I’ve had a rough week. I’m still getting over the passing of my dear, sweet pup and, on top of that, work is crazy now. Today I needed a break...and a drink….so out to lunch I went with my primary work husband. He chose the place so we went to a bar that used to be a bar that was a bar before that and so on and so forth.
Neither of us had been to this bar so it was a new experience. The goddess of food and drink was not with me as I ordered. I went with my standard drink of vodka tonic. It had maybe a tablespoon of vodka in it. Bastards! Bad sign or omen?? Hmmmm...
Then I ordered some sort of buffalo chicken sandwich. It looked so, so good. Even when the waitress put the plate in front of me it looked delicious. I noticed that she had forgotten my blue cheese dressing for the sandwich. Oh well, I said, that will be okay. Then I took a bite. OH MY GOD!! I thought I would die. It was hot. Okay it wasn’t really hot…it was fucking hot!!
My eyes bugged out of head and my dear work husband ran to the waitress and told her to bring me the blue cheese dressing. Oh shit…I really needed a fire extinguisher. At this point, I was glad that the drink had very little vodka in it because I could have possibly turned into a human flame thrower.
I made it through about half the sandwich then gave up. Blue cheese dressing or not this thing was brutal. Never have I had such hot food before in all my life. Next time I’m going to follow his lead and order the Carolina-style pulled pork. Believe me…I tasted it and it tasted about as Carolina as Nebraska but at least it wasn’t flammable.
I’m not a wimp to spice but I don’t like to be in pain when I eat. As we were gathering up our things to leave I turned to him and said, “My goodness!!! My mouth feels like I just gave the devil a blow job!”
Chick out…
Neither of us had been to this bar so it was a new experience. The goddess of food and drink was not with me as I ordered. I went with my standard drink of vodka tonic. It had maybe a tablespoon of vodka in it. Bastards! Bad sign or omen?? Hmmmm...
Then I ordered some sort of buffalo chicken sandwich. It looked so, so good. Even when the waitress put the plate in front of me it looked delicious. I noticed that she had forgotten my blue cheese dressing for the sandwich. Oh well, I said, that will be okay. Then I took a bite. OH MY GOD!! I thought I would die. It was hot. Okay it wasn’t really hot…it was fucking hot!!
My eyes bugged out of head and my dear work husband ran to the waitress and told her to bring me the blue cheese dressing. Oh shit…I really needed a fire extinguisher. At this point, I was glad that the drink had very little vodka in it because I could have possibly turned into a human flame thrower.
I made it through about half the sandwich then gave up. Blue cheese dressing or not this thing was brutal. Never have I had such hot food before in all my life. Next time I’m going to follow his lead and order the Carolina-style pulled pork. Believe me…I tasted it and it tasted about as Carolina as Nebraska but at least it wasn’t flammable.
I’m not a wimp to spice but I don’t like to be in pain when I eat. As we were gathering up our things to leave I turned to him and said, “My goodness!!! My mouth feels like I just gave the devil a blow job!”
Chick out…
