Heh, draw blood
Ah-hooo
4th stain of London Covid
Trader Vic's Was closed
Heh. I once ate a great meal at Trader Vic's in London.
I ordered the lamb in Vindaloo curry and asked the waiter to make it "authentically hot".
He smirked and smiled, knowingly.
Ten minutes later, I was served a plate of almost incandescent beauty - perfectly cooked lamb pieces set upon a bed of rice in a sauce that nearly glowed.
I did not notice,at the time that several members of the Indian-born kitchen staff had gathered to watch, which in retrospect, I ought to have considered.
I dug my silver fork into a piece of the succulent meat, and being certain to slather it generously in the curry, placed it in my mouth, and began to chew.
The next sensation I felt was the heat of million New Delhi suns exploding simultaneously upon my palate.
I have since learned that the chemical responsible for what I felt is called "capsaicin", which apparently causes a burning sensation in mucous membranes, but in that moment, I could not be bothered to give a shit.
All I knew is that there was not enough Indian beer or water on the face of the planet to extinguish the incandescent conflagration in my mouth.
My eyes were watering like a river Ganges flood, and my face was the color of a three alarm fire in a turpentine warehouse.
Eight glasses of water later, I almost felt human again. Except for my tongue, which seemed to have swelled to the size of a Goodyear blimp.
But dammit if I didn't take another mouthful. Delicious.
