My mate has got a business making and selling chilli sauces, relishes etc. He makes this one called 'Blaze' which he uses Habanero chillis which are something like 500,000 on the Scovile scale. It's meant to be used sparingly ! He trades at food events and festivals etc where you get a lot of pissed up people. He was telling me that somebody once dared their drunk mate to drink a whole bottle. He said that he drank about 3/4 of it then threw up, tried to wipe it away from his face, ended up wiping his scorching hot yak in his eyes and then collapsed screaming. It was at this point that my mate called for an ambulance.
I don't get these hard man chilli people. I like a Jalfrezi Maybe a Madras but anything more and it becomes a challenge and not food.
There's a lot of Machismo when it comes to Chillis, some blokes just seem to think that they have to eat the hottest ones going to be a man. Me, I like chillis, but when it just burns your taste buds into submission, then there's no point.
Always loved hot dogs (proper ones - frankfurters) and would be something that I could eat a fair few of... although generally not prone to huge proportions. One episode does stick out in the 80s when one of my cousins and me were in our early 20s. We'd been at an all night house party in Northampton and ended up in the town centre in the morning with hangover munchies. There was a newly opened McDonald's and we both ordered a Big Mac ... went down really well so we had another each. For a laugh I said I could do a third ... my cousin, who's about 6ft 2", and bigger than me sensed I was really winding him up so said he could too. Cnut only finished his and then said he could do a 4th! As you'll guess I stubbornly said that I could too and managed to get it down. He was starting to turn green and sensing victory I declared that I had room for a 5th ... we both managed to eat about half before declaring a draw. Was about 6 months before I could even look at a Big Mac without gagging
Having travelled into London with GWR for the best side of 20 years it's not the look of McDonald's but the smell. It's the same with Burger King, people buy them to eat on the way in or out but the smell of fat is overwhelming and quite frankly makes me feel sick. Many a time I would stand in the vestibules for the entire journey because one food terrorist in a carriage is enough to make it smell disgusting. I would never dream of inflicting such a vile odour on my fellow passengers as some selfish pricks do but that's me. For me food bought outside a train should not be bought on board, period!
