This wee Bangladeshi fella tried to warn me off when I requested my Madras ‘extra spicey’. When it came I had to ask for a bowl of chillis to add to it. Pooves.
That’s proper SAS eating, that is. Mate of mine weighs in with the Naga’s at any opportunity. My innards are pathetic in this respect, Madras being about the limit but there’s always a price to be paid the following day
That’s proper SAS eating, that is. Mate of mine weighs in with the Naga’s at any opportunity. My innards are pathetic in this respect, Madras being about the limit but there’s always a price to be paid the following day
I’m immune to chilli, 7. Years of visiting south east Asia has lined my face and guts with asbestos. Mind you, I can’t taste anything any more.