After spending a morning at my art table trying to finish a few commissions, my friend Heath asked me if I wanted to go to a new pop - up fried chicken place in Old Town East. Im always up for trying something new so I went along. Its a tiny place. Just a walk - up window on the side of a building, but it looked as if half the neighborhood was there. Must be good. They only sell one thing (fried chicken) but it comes in four levels of spicy : cold, warm, hot, and holy. Heath and I chose warm and Heath got some cold for his boyfriend Ginger. We took the chicken home to eat. Now.... I dont consider myself a spice weenie.... But their warm chicken should be sold with a warning label. The chicken was amazing, but not even the ranch dressing we used to curb the heat could calm the burning that began to engulf us. Our eyes watered. Our noses ran. My lips burnt. But it was so good that we couldnt stop. Until I coughed and a bit of the chicken flew up into my sinus cavity. FIERY HOT HOT BURNING DEATH OF DOOM! The world went sepia toned and I jumped out of my chair. I leapt around the room, unsure if blowing my nose would make it worse or better. I could have melted the one - ring in my sinus cavity. I blew and the piece came out. Thank the gods! I continued eating. I learned a valuable lesson today : next time I need to grab more napkins.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 20:18:02 +0000
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