I once asked for my curry to be as spicy as they could go. I stopped the waiter and clarified, not 5 stars. Beyond the star system. Enough red chili powder to make the dish immediately and apparently more sour. He had a look of concern, but acknowledged my need for capsaicin. This was the first time I had ever made myself clear, and landed on the heel of 6 consecutive mild “5 star spice” dishes.
Anyway, they bring out my food a while later. It’s completely unspiced. I’m really hoping, on reflection, that no one else received the masochistic dinner I ordered.
I am surprised you still ordered from them after so many screwed up orders. I give them a couple of tries, but if they can’t make my curry spicy, I will find a place that will.
We all have to live with some sort of bigotry, and mine takes the form of every restaurant underestimating my spice tolerance by an order of magnitude.
They’re very close by and otherwise delicious. I’ll never forgive missed salt. You get 0 do-overs for missed salt. But I’m not going to care too much about a little thing like spiciness. I’d prefer it, but it’s a detail at best, given the world I live in.
I get what you’re saying, but for some reason I just cannot enjoy curry that isn’t spicy. I LOVE both Thai and Indian curry, but only if it is hot. I have luckily found places for both locally that will take my word for it when I ask for food as Thai Hot or Indian Hot.
I was meeting some friends at a Turkish restaurant and the table next to us ordered something so spicy I had to leave. Don’t know what it was or how they ordered it but damn that level of spice should be illegal.
I’m also a baby with spice. Im trying to get better but I used to think pepperoni pizza was too spicy. Now I’m up to the point where I can eat a sandwich with banana peppers on it…
The other week my gf accidently cooked with a can of “medium” rotel instead of “mild” and I couldn’t eat more than a bite.
Would you like to know the trick to developing your tolerance? It’s pretty simple. Just choose your favorite fat and heavily include it in a side. I used to choose butter, until it started killing me.
Cream of leek soup, butter fried quesadillas, sautéed pea vines, just a dish of olive oil with bread. Once it goes beyond your comfort zone, rein it in with your side. Gradually, you’ll get used to it through brief exposure.
Bonus, more varied meals. Fuck, now I really want butter fried okra…
Yeah I also occasionally just push my comfort. In a lot of cases it’s just not a flavor I enjoy. Same with fish, I can eat it but I just don’t like it.
Irony is gf loves fish and spicy stuff. Like well have scrambled eggs in the morning with toast and bacon. Mine will have a small drop of ketchup for dipping. Hers will be coated in Sriracha and hot sauce.
Hmm, are you a fan of sour? I adore it, which led me to go prefer spicy foods. Most pepper powders and pastes are pretty acidic, which isn’t everyone’s bag.
I do a lot of pasta, a lot of sandwiches, I like some sour like saurkraut and pickles. I like onions and garlic. Most meat I eat is either chicken in some sauce(like alfrado or teriyaki or such) sausage with onions and peppers or in like a vodka sauce.
Yes I grew up in an American house with Italian and German influences if you couldn’t tell.
In that case, it seems like you weren’t introduced to it early enough to form a strong pain->pleasure correlation. Honestly, I’m mostly just envious of your ability to eat dairy!
I was with friends, and we all joked about how I didn’t deserve to have any spice. That I was a spice peasant. That pain is weakness leaving the body, and they saw no weakness to excise. That the kitchen knew better than to let white peoples know that there were spices in the back. Just a whole lot of goofiness.
If the food had been bad, then I would have made a stink. It was still tasty despite the kitchen’s forgetfulness, or the wait staff’s mixup. And the company was good
I once asked for my curry to be as spicy as they could go. I stopped the waiter and clarified, not 5 stars. Beyond the star system. Enough red chili powder to make the dish immediately and apparently more sour. He had a look of concern, but acknowledged my need for capsaicin. This was the first time I had ever made myself clear, and landed on the heel of 6 consecutive mild “5 star spice” dishes.
Anyway, they bring out my food a while later. It’s completely unspiced. I’m really hoping, on reflection, that no one else received the masochistic dinner I ordered.
I am surprised you still ordered from them after so many screwed up orders. I give them a couple of tries, but if they can’t make my curry spicy, I will find a place that will.
We all have to live with some sort of bigotry, and mine takes the form of every restaurant underestimating my spice tolerance by an order of magnitude.
They’re very close by and otherwise delicious. I’ll never forgive missed salt. You get 0 do-overs for missed salt. But I’m not going to care too much about a little thing like spiciness. I’d prefer it, but it’s a detail at best, given the world I live in.
I get what you’re saying, but for some reason I just cannot enjoy curry that isn’t spicy. I LOVE both Thai and Indian curry, but only if it is hot. I have luckily found places for both locally that will take my word for it when I ask for food as Thai Hot or Indian Hot.
I once told my delivery Indian food place that they should make it as hot as the cook would eat it
It was one of the few times I barely managed to finish a hot dish
I felt the spiciness the next day when I peed
I was meeting some friends at a Turkish restaurant and the table next to us ordered something so spicy I had to leave. Don’t know what it was or how they ordered it but damn that level of spice should be illegal.
Might just be outgassing due to recent preparation. Hot oil on a spicy dish can produce some intense fumes, even in a relatively mild dish.
I open every door and window when I cook at home, and the food I cook is usually mild. Just a jalapeño
I’m also a baby with spice. Im trying to get better but I used to think pepperoni pizza was too spicy. Now I’m up to the point where I can eat a sandwich with banana peppers on it…
The other week my gf accidently cooked with a can of “medium” rotel instead of “mild” and I couldn’t eat more than a bite.
Would you like to know the trick to developing your tolerance? It’s pretty simple. Just choose your favorite fat and heavily include it in a side. I used to choose butter, until it started killing me.
Cream of leek soup, butter fried quesadillas, sautéed pea vines, just a dish of olive oil with bread. Once it goes beyond your comfort zone, rein it in with your side. Gradually, you’ll get used to it through brief exposure.
Bonus, more varied meals. Fuck, now I really want butter fried okra…
Yeah I also occasionally just push my comfort. In a lot of cases it’s just not a flavor I enjoy. Same with fish, I can eat it but I just don’t like it.
Irony is gf loves fish and spicy stuff. Like well have scrambled eggs in the morning with toast and bacon. Mine will have a small drop of ketchup for dipping. Hers will be coated in Sriracha and hot sauce.
Hmm, are you a fan of sour? I adore it, which led me to go prefer spicy foods. Most pepper powders and pastes are pretty acidic, which isn’t everyone’s bag.
I do a lot of pasta, a lot of sandwiches, I like some sour like saurkraut and pickles. I like onions and garlic. Most meat I eat is either chicken in some sauce(like alfrado or teriyaki or such) sausage with onions and peppers or in like a vodka sauce.
Yes I grew up in an American house with Italian and German influences if you couldn’t tell.
In that case, it seems like you weren’t introduced to it early enough to form a strong pain->pleasure correlation. Honestly, I’m mostly just envious of your ability to eat dairy!
I straight up would have just left and refused to pay.
I was with friends, and we all joked about how I didn’t deserve to have any spice. That I was a spice peasant. That pain is weakness leaving the body, and they saw no weakness to excise. That the kitchen knew better than to let white peoples know that there were spices in the back. Just a whole lot of goofiness.
If the food had been bad, then I would have made a stink. It was still tasty despite the kitchen’s forgetfulness, or the wait staff’s mixup. And the company was good