Not being able to face the prospect of vomiting back something that hot i pull off my gloves and admit defeat with 2 mouthfuls to go. I decide I can’t be defeated and manage one more bite before my stomach explains at this point that it is about to return to me everything i have just eaten at high speed. He has honestly lost the plot and is walking around in circles. I take a deep breath and look for my can of “harden the fuck up” when I notice that my mate Thommo has stopped eating his burger just beyond the halfway point and is wandering aimlessly up and down the street. But now with less than a third of the burger to go my stomach seizes up and refuses to let me put anything into it. The burning mouth, the crying, the ringing ears I can handle. I can barely notice anything except the immense pain in my mouth, eyes, ears (yes my ears were ringing) but most importantly in my stomach… Staff come out and are watching us eat and are egging us on. I begin to descend into my own little hell. Not to be discouraged I forge ahead, quickly shoveling the burger into my mouth. I get violent hiccups as my body tries to reject the molten lava i am putting into it. I stick with my game plan and ignore the burn, just push through the pain.ġ. The challenge remains that if we can finish the burger without resorting to the recovery kit we get our names on a plaque on the wall… Our burgers arrive, with rubber gloves and a recovery kit consisting of a big drink of milk and a bowl of yogurt. The girls burgers arrive and they are awesome hand made giant patty motherfucking things and I’m starting to get REALLY hungry. We are downing the beer like water before we even see the burger so we run across the road and grab another 6 pack from the pub. The 2 guys order the megadeath burgers to much laughter and derision from the kitchen of the diner. We start on the other as soon as we arrive. We drink 1 6 pack on the way to the diner. We know that drinking beer won’t help the burn, but just for psychological backup we have 2 6 packs of Little Creatures. So here’s how it panned out…Ĥ of us head to Wellington Point around 2pm for a cruisy Saturday lunch. i was mentally prepared for the burn and had decided that no matter how hot it turned out to be i was just going to open a can of “harden the fuck up” and keep eating. I swear to god i have never been in so much pain in my life. Secondly, before it gets served to you you have to put on rubber gloves.įinally, it was not so much a meal as a physical assault. What transpired is outlined below as beautifully written by Cranky/Mark.ĭear sweet arseraping jesus i will make this report VERY quick because just the memory of the burger is giving me bowel cramps.įirst of all the burger in question can be found at the “Off The Wall Diner” at Wellington Point in Brisbane. One day, Mark stumbled across a cafe out in Wellington Point who reputedly sold “the World’s Hottest Hamburger”. I’d grow habaneros and he’d send away for seeds from the University of New Mexico. I’d grow cayenne chillies, he’d grow bird’s eyes. As chilli aficionados, we spent a fair bit of time one upping each other in the hot-stakes. This is an article written by my good mate, Mark (also known as Cranky), way back in 2007.
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