I am fucking shameless when it comes to food sweats.
Bullets, big fat movie tears, damp sweaty towels around my shoulders… stop to take an exhaustedand spicy breathe… enter the second hand… I are now double fisting chicken pathia like a chungus level American baby does spaghetti. The wait staff are disgusted, the date left hours ago… But I am happier than I will ever be.
My god that’s a fucking funny picture and it’s damn true too. I love me some fucking spicy food.
As an Indian dude, I don’t like food that is too spicy. It just masks all other flavour. What most restaurants would call medium spicy is what I usually prefer.
I grew up in somewhat of a food desert, coupled with an undiagnosed lactose intolerance, I avoided a lot of foods, including anything “spicy”. When I grew up, went to a gastro doc, I changed my diet and now I can’t not have spicy foods. I’m talking about dousing everything I eat in cayenne, habanero sauce, ghost pepper dip, everything. Why? I feel like you enjoy food for longer if you have to take a bit to get through the spice.
I fucking love spicy food and I loved seeing people suffer with the food I would make them eat. Meanwhile I was fine watching them suffer as I ate my food. Anyway I’m lonely now and will probably never experience this sort of social interaction ever again.
No. Let them see you cry. Let them see you hiccup and snot all over yourself. Let them see the agony.
Then take another bite. Tell them it’s delicious. Because it is.
Sign me up for some authentic spicy Indian food. I am more than willing to have spice sweats for some damn good spicy food.
I once vouched for my (brother, best) friend at a South Asian restaurant. Told them in my language to give what he asked, and I would be responsible. I’ve never seen a human so happy. Love you my brother. Mike, may you always smile like that.
Why wouldn’t they give you what you want anyway?
Because a lot of entitled assholes will later complain when they are unable to eat their food because it’s too spicy.
They are used to white folk with bland palate that think black pepper is too hot. I love Indian, and Thai and make the curries from scratch with high spice level. when I go out and ask for hot/Spicy they doubt me, so my Indian friend vouches for me, then they make it spicy.
I had this problem at an Indian place near me (though I am of carrib descent, not white). I wanted to go light just in case, so I asked for 6 or 7 out of 10. I couldn’t taste any spice. I make hotter stuff at home daily. It was frankly an insult.
Oh Carribean, I had a great dish in Windsor, Ontario once and had the 10. It was hot, but not compared to real spice level it should have been…At least I don’t think
A little spice enhances flavor, a lot is just self-hazing.
If you’re not sweating profusely, it’s not tasty.
He’s sweating because he’s only just now noticed the cigarette butt in the hot sauce and the pronounced black lines under the fingernails of the cook. The looming diarrhea train is just around the corner and it got no brakes.
IDK why, but some kinds of spice just sweat me the fuck up. Like, my mouth won’t even feel hot, but the top of my head will be pouring.
I ate a ghost pepper once and tried to play it off as not being that hot. I spent the next 15 minutes trying not to puke.
I’m pretty sure they like it when you cry
"Success Raj! they weep like the removed of Bombay! we have made it well! Big high fives*
I mean, if it’s considered good manners to let a burp out in some places, thise could also been seen as a compliment to the chef perhaps?
As someone from a country that takes our spicy food seriously, at the very least there’s the sense of superiority from the “foreigner” being unable to take “a little bit of spice”
For Indians this has to be doubly so because they were annexed for their spices, or at least that’s the popular belief
One time I went to an Indian restaurant with my boss (from south India) and a Mexican coworker. I ordered my food mild, my boss ordered his medium, and the Mexican guy ordered his hot. My boss tried to warn him but he insisted that he could handle spicy food.
The food came out, the Mexican guy had no problem eating his, and he started gloating. Then my boss told him that he was actually eating my boss’s medium food. After they switched plates, the Mexican guy turned red, started sweating, and had to ask my boss to switch back.
(My boss had no problem eating the hot food; he just preferred the taste of medium.)
My brother is half white half Mexican and I am pretty much full white.
He decided to order his as hot as mine even though we all warned him not to.
His food tasted pretty good at about 3:30 the next morning
I took a mate out to an Indian place I regularly eat at and we had a few pints before. When I ordered the “devil potatoes” they warned me as they always do about the spice, I drunkenly bantered with the waiter that I’ve had them before and can hack it, then jokingly added “in fact make them extra spicy”. Anyway, they did cook them extra hot, probably thinking he could embarrass the cocky British bloke. I wolfed them down no problem, my mate had one and I just watched his face go red and start coughing. Felt so bad.
Yeah too much spice kills the flavour. You should be using spices to enhance the flavour, not smother it.
Whenever I eat spicy food my tongue stops working and all I can taste is bitter and pain
Skill issue.
Fun fact about spice tolerance. Many people think tolerance = resistance but that’s not the case. After a certain point, people who love spicy foods report the same levels of spiciness compared to those who don’t regularly eat it, it’s just that they are used to it and even like it. So something that is a 10/10 spicy is the same level of spicy for everyone, it’s just some masochists prefer it to be that way.
So when people say things like “oh that wasn’t that spicy” it still usually is spicy. Their personality just prefers it that way so it doesn’t bother them as much.
I’m fairly certain that tolerance does mute the spiciness of foods. There are foods others struggle with that I hardly notice is even spicy.
It feels more like building a muscle than building a skill.
