I’m a little jaded when it comes to the “hot peppers/hot sauce” idea…
The thing is, I served as a waiter in a restaurant for a long time (“ring tosser”, remember me?) and we served what we called “Death Wings”. These wings were pretty freakin’ hot, having been prepared with a habanero puree.
However, I’d get macho showboaters, who would not consider that I actually had their best interests in mind, who would say to me “You can’t make wings hot enough for me”, or “I want the hottest wings you can make.” To which, my response was, “No, actually, you don’t” And they would insist, as if their best interest wasn’t in my best interest re: tips. And this would go on for 10 minutes. There was no end to the macho posturing (and not by me), etc…
So, I’d get angry and vindictive, and I’d approach the cook, who was generally displeased with life and would much rather be playing “Diablo 2”, and I’d say, “This guy won’t shut up ad he’s an idiot. Blow him out of the fucking water.” To which the cook would prepare a hot sauce/chopped Hunan pepper reduction and then blend it with a habanero puree. And then he would bake them in the salamander and apply one or two more coats.
These wings were so abso-fucking-loootly incinidiary that no person could actuallly eat more than one. And I mean nobody.
Essentially, these wings approached something that had been prepared with laboratory chemicals. The next step up would be “bleach” wings… “Yea, you want em hotter? Sure, we can make you some bleach wings”
This is were “hot” stops becoming a food and starts becoming a chemical. And nobody can compete with that.
On that note, here’s a link to “Blair’s 16 Million Reserve”. When you place an order, how does it arrive? As a crystal! That’s right, it’s not even food anymore…
So, yea, I’m not impressed.
The only wings that impress me? “Chernobyl Wings”: Wings tossed in genuine 1986 vintage Chernobyl effluent. Now THOSE are “hot wings”…