I might have mentioned this before but at a HS reunion, they asked for the most interesting job.
I said, âIâm an actuary. I count dead people.â
I won.
even better, â âIâm an actuary. I count dead people, while they are still alive"
^^ Thatâs me!
I appreciate them thinking of me on days when I want to try something spicy and splurge for the âWhite People 'Hotâ option
I wish levels of hot were more standardized. My favorite place here in KS, I get âhotâ and itâs really not bad, I should ask for âThai hotâ and see what I get. But my go-to Thai place in Denver, Iâd get âmediumâ and some days I regretted it.
ETA: if youâre ever in Denver, itâs the US Thai Cafe. Itâs a complete hole in the wall, so you will not be impressed when you arrive, but trust me. Fun fact: I went there once with Frenchie, Oblivious, and Ditka.
Lol. I just say âlook at me, what do you thinkâ.
I did this at an Arabic place once when a guy asked me if I wanted 1 through 5 lines of hit sauce. His response was âok, a quarter of a line lolâ.
You mean you didnât take them to Casa Bonita?
I was in Germany for a few months, and most Germans generally have an aversion to anything fiery. I would ask for very spicy at restaurants, and get served the blandest food anyway. I tried asking for very spicy at a Thai place there once, and they hurt me with the level of heat. After that I frequented the place often, but I learned how to order to get the spice level I wanted.
Mexican food there was the strangest. It had zero spice. Rice was served as a side, and it had something resembling sweet and sour sauce poured on top. I asked for some salsa to spice things up, but they didnât have any. I then asked for pickled jalapenos, which they did have but looked somewhat incredulous that I would eat that with my food. One of the Germans I was eating with tried a slice of one and thought he was going to die.
Many, many years ago my to be wife and I were talked into going into dinner with my to be SiL, her to be ex-husband and his friends. Love her, they were all douches I didnât want to hang with.
Went for Chinese. While waiting for meal, I loaded a noodle with mustard and ate it. They looked at me like I was nuts.
I told them this isnât Chinatown, this is Long Island, this stuff is like Guldens.
Anyway after they all started sweating from their eyeballs, I started to have a good time
I went to a Thai place a couple of summers ago and had a funny episode.
There were some things on the menu with a chili pepper next to it, and a few with two chili peppers next to it. I ordered one with two chili peppers. The chef came out from the kitchen to check if I was sure, and that it was really spicy. I said, yes, I was sure. That was a mistake. I managed to finish it, but it was a battle, and I was rather sweaty by the end. But, it was a good story my kids still tell.
Oh yeah, Germans canât do Mexican food at all. I was there for 2 years and have no memories of anything really spicy.