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.)
I used to frequent a Szechuan noodle place. Those fucking noodles would melt my face off and give me lava shits 45 minutes later, but I couldn’t stay away.
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.
I went to a Korean hot pot place one time and ordered the hottest broth. The waitress, who barely spoke English, asked if I was sure. I said yes and when they brought it out I was sweating buckets but still loved the food. The waitress actually brought out a fan and stuck it next to my table. 10 out of 10, Would sweat again
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.
Ah, the superior version, sans horrible beard. Any how yes.
I don’t understand how people do this, to be honest. Do you know how spicy food works? The receptor it triggers in your mouth is TRPV1, which does handle heat regulation and sensitivity, but it’s also a pain receptor. Like, selectively removing it to treat the pain caused by bone cancer kind of receptor.
The kind of heat that sets it off is heat above 109F/43C, in addition to things like scorpion venom. Presumably it comes through as heat. Everyone tells me it feels hot. I don’t get “heat.” I get what is clearly agony in one of the most innervated areas of the body, and science backed me up on this.
Y’all are addicted to licking the curling iron and I’m the weird one
You’re probably just sensitive to capsaicin. I love hot food, and it takes a lot for me to end up in agony like you described. But I’ve definitely been that guy at an Indian place where I’m sweating profusely while telling the staff the food is delicious.
Finding a hot sauce that tastes good/doesn’t taste like hot garbage is harder than actually eating food seasoned with it.
It’s why many women enjoy being spanked. Pain and pleasure have a really intricate, interconnected system.
I’m genuinely sitting here wondering if I can flip my brain to see it that way, and that might even work in theory. But if this is my best way out…I don’t wanna be turned on by hot sauce 😭
