You call that Hot?

Well, it’s Thursday and my THIS IS A TRUE STORY blog post is one time. Yep. This is it . . . and that is my True Story for this week.
Later.

Ok, that last part was a lie, but the first part wasn’t.

I love Hot Wings, as anyone who has ever eaten out with me can attest too. I have had Hot Wings in numerous players across Arizona, and in other areas. Including a place or two that actually have people sign waivers . . .

This is a True Story I call . . .  YOU CALL THAT HOT . . .

In Baltimore there is a place – I forgot the name – that is supposed to be famous for its Hot Wings. I might use the word Infamous, rather than famous. Infamous for making people sign waivers, than for their wings.

My friends and I stopped into this place to eat, and of course I was dared by my friends to take the Hot Wing challenge. I did, ordering twelve hot wings and a coke.
The waitress tried to talk me out of having the wings. They’re really hot and most people can’t handle them. That only made me want them more.

After she finally took my order, a manager come out and explained to me that if I want the Hot Wings, I needed to sign a waiver – this is completely serious. It seems that some people have bad reaction to the heat.

I signed the damn waiver and asked for the hottest they have. Eventually my wings came out, but before I could dig in, they brought out a pitcher of water ‘on the house.’ I was told I was going to need it. They were going all out to prove how badass their hot wings were.

Fifteen minutes later, I finished my wings, drank only half of my coke and never touched the water. The waitress came back to see how I was doing (expecting me to be gagging on the heat of the wings), and I was fine.

In fact I asked for another twelve wings . . . bad mistake.

She got pissed, never said anything and pointed to the door. I repeated that I would like a second order of wings, and she just pointed to the door.

So, I got up and left.

A few minutes later my friends left, thinking the whole thing funny. We got out of there quickly before they realized they never charged me for the wings!

True.

I had a similar incident at a placed called Max’s right here in Glendale, AZ. This was one of the first times I meet my buddy Dave Parrish. I had their Hot Wings and some Iced Tea, I was brought a second glass of Iced Tea and told I would need it.

Insulted, I ate all the wings, without taken a sip of the Iced Tea. Then I was basically kicked out of Max’s. :-(

The moral of this story? Don’t blame me if your Hot Wings are Not Wings.

Being kicked out of places like this is a badge of honor to a guy like me.

**** DISCLAIMER No actual Hot Wings were eaten in these two places. At best, the wings were mild. END DISCLAIMER ****

Ace.