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
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.)
My brother is half white half Mexican and I am pretty much full white.
He decided to order his as hot as mine even though we all warned him not to.
His food tasted pretty good at about 3:30 the next morning
This makes it sound like you ate his shit...
Whoever says i like spicy food shall be reminded that indian food is alot spicyer than you might think🥵
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.
Whenever I eat spicy food my tongue stops working and all I can taste is bitter and pain
Skill issue.
Fun fact about spice tolerance. Many people think tolerance = resistance but that's not the case. After a certain point, people who love spicy foods report the same levels of spiciness compared to those who don't regularly eat it, it's just that they are used to it and even like it. So something that is a 10/10 spicy is the same level of spicy for everyone, it's just some masochists prefer it to be that way.
So when people say things like "oh that wasn't that spicy" it still usually is spicy. Their personality just prefers it that way so it doesn't bother them as much.
My jerk chicken isn't hot enough unless I'm crying from both my eyes and my nose after 5 wings. Anything less and it's just mild jerk wings.
I'm fairly certain that tolerance does mute the spiciness of foods. There are foods others struggle with that I hardly notice is even spicy.
It feels more like building a muscle than building a skill.
I am fucking shameless when it comes to food sweats.
Bullets, big fat movie tears, damp sweaty towels around my shoulders.... stop to take an exhaustedand spicy breathe.... enter the second hand.... I are now double fisting chicken pathia like a chungus level American baby does spaghetti. The wait staff are disgusted, the date left hours ago... But I am happier than I will ever be.
Ah, the superior version, sans horrible beard. Any how yes.