Yeah, extremely spicy food often has no flavor other than HOT. And it blows out your palate, so you’re not tasting anything else non-hot in your meal – but I love jalapenos. I like their flavor.
I like a nice blend of spicy and flavorful. I have no interest in bragging about how hot a dish I can eat. Who really cares?
Not exactly a restaurant story, but a good takeout sandwich shop story none the less:
Years ago, my dad told me of the time he and his co-workers got sandwiches at a local eatery and took them to the park on lunch break. They all unwrapped their sandwiches and started eating them with gusto, while shooting the breeze, not paying much attention to what they were putting in their mouths. All of a sudden, Joe, the guy sitting across from dad groaned and turned white as a sheet. He’d eaten half of his corned beef on rye, the other half dropped to the table. The corned beef was crawling with maggots. The guys tried to convince Joe that the maggots were probably just on the half he hadn’t eaten, but he knew better.
I googled the kid’s name (Luke Gatti). Apparently, the incident happened at the University of Connecticut and he was expelled as a result. The article also mentioned that he was attending UMass Amherst last year and was arrested for disorderly conduct there.
The first time I had wasabi, I had absolutely no idea what it was, and ate a chunk of it. :eek: I immediately found out just how big the human nasopharynx is!
I’m sure a sizable percentage of the people reading this have experienced the same thing.
In Chiang Mai, Thailand, my wife and I had breakfast at a little restaurant, and when we got the bill, I noticed that we’d been overcharged. I pointed this out to the waiter, and he said it was correct. I grabbed the menu I had looked at and pointed the price out to him. He went away, then came back with another copy of the same menu, but with different prices on it, that matched what we had been charged. A spirited disagreement followed.
Stopping for dinner on the way back from a ski trip in California, I overheard a woman at the next table asking the waiter how much the restaurant charged for a bounced check.
At a little beachside restaurant in northern Borneo, I ordered a chicken curry. Ten minutes later, the waitress came back, and apologized, since they were out of chicken. I ordered something with beef and mushrooms instead. Ten minutes later, the waitress again apologized that they were out of mushrooms. I wised up. “What do you have today?” and ordered whatever that was. Another ten minutes, out came our meals. Mine was chicken curry with mushrooms.
Not bad, just weird although we really should have expected it.
After a visit to a hospitalized relative, we took Abuelita to our favorite restaurant. Uncle Javier and his wife were already in line, with another cousin and his family. As we waited in line, a third batch of relatives arrived. The owner said “wait a minute, isn’t don Julio in the hospital?” “uh, yes” “how many of you were there?” “uh… more than 50 sure,” “at least 60” “you guys think it may be more than 70?” “Pacoooooo! Open the other room!”
Given that the other room had a legal capacity of 69 people and how tightly packed we were yeah, it had been more than 70. Food was still yummy.
My wife and I went to a local Mexican restaurant. On this particular night they had a mariachi guy playing and singing going from table to table. He came to our table and started singing at which point we realized his pants were unzipped. We sat there unsure what to say or do until he left. If I had thought about it I would have tipped him so he would leave quickly. But all I could do was try not to laugh at his gaping open zipper 3 feet from my face.
We’ve actually found at least one good place in each cuisine. There are some really, really terrible “Mexican” places around here, but there’s one in downtown Hartford that’s good enough (a bit fancy, a tad bland, but good otherwise). Thai and Indian are covered. Oddly, it’s a decent “Chinese restaurant” that eludes us - a good one closed right after we visited it for the first time, most are greasepits or very, very bland and overcooked (think '60s Chinese buffet) and the others change from your basic $10 bento box dinner to pricey individual dish places without warning. They’re okay, but it’s annoying to go for a quick midweek $50 family dinner and walk out two hours and $150 later…