“He ordered the souvlaki with hot sauce,”my friend informed me. “His nose bled all night!”
“All night?” I was dubious.
“All night!”she insisted.
I suppose it was intended as a cautionary tale but the first thought that entered my mind was: “I’ve got to try that hot sauce.”
I’ve always been a fan of spicy. One of the first Japanese phrases I learned before going to Tokyo for the first time was “Karai no ryori wa dai suki desu” (“I love spicy food!”) lest they fear offending an overly sensitive gaikokujin palate. When I go out for pad gra prow, I dismiss foreigner (farang) spicy in favor of Thai (phet mak mak) spicy. Hell, I’ve even started making my own hot sauces.
But even though I like the heat, I am picky. I’m not a huge fan of the tamer cayenne-based hot sauces only because I tend to find them…
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