Levels.

Yesterday evening, I went to hang out with a few of my previous orientation kids at this place called Sunset Bar and Grill. Sounds familiar? It's the place which sells the infamous super duper spicy buffalo wings - wings which are hot enough to make you cry. It's a foodie-challenge of sorts, and it's definitely not for the faint of heart. I've heard rumour of people going to the hospital after eating the wings, so yeah, how could I not give it a try?

The place sells the wings at ten levels of spiciness - 1 being the least spicy (you only cry a bit), and 10 being the most (your tongue hates you forever). There's a hidden level 35 which isn't on the menu, and I guess rightly so. After eating levels 4 and 6, I can't imagine anyone going at 10, let alone 35.

Let's talk about getting there first. It's at Jalan Kayu, which is in the middle of nowhere. I got there by taking the train to Serangoon, and then taking a bus from there. You can take a bus from a few other stations, but the point is, it's notoriously difficult to get to. It's one of those enclaves which mostly cater to the nearby residents and people who drive. From Serangoon, I took another 30-odd minutes just to get there. As the bus moved out of Seragoon, the scenery grew more unfamiliar, and before I knew it, I had no clue where I was. I was really scared that I would miss my stop - so just make sure you stay aware.

Anyway, back to the restaurant. The place is quite nice, in itself. Not too many people, and the staff was nice enough. The food was notoriously expensive though, which is a big minus for me. But we were there for the wings, so we ignored most of the other things on the menu and zoomed in on the wings.

The first plate we ordered was Level 4. Each serving has 6 wings - our group had 7, but one of us really couldn't take spicy stuff, so it was just nice. The wings themselves are quite okay in size...but they're red as shit. Like devil claws on a plate.They looked harmless enough. I was excited, and the first bite was a literal eye-opener. The spiciness gets to you right at the start. It tastes quite nice, at first, but then you start to feel the chilli getting to you. I started to sweat soon, and my mouth was on fire. 

Level 4. Easy peasy.

I'm the kind of guy who doesn't mind getting his hands dirty, so I used my hands to savour the chicken. Turns out that you're not supposed to do so though; the chilli is spicy enough to burn your fingers. Whoops. 

I was sweating. I used copious amounts of tissue to wipe my sweat, and drank about a glass of water. It wasn't that bad. I managed to finish the wing with little trouble.We all did actually, so we ordered two levels up - Level 6. The difference was apparent from the beginning - the smell hit us first. You can actually smell the spiciness. And what's more, you can see that it's a shitload redder than before. Devil's claws stained with the blood of a dragon, or something. 

Devil Claws.

Look at that sauce.

This time, I didn't dare to use my hands. The first bite was fine...but as I tore at the chicken, my mouth burned, and I started to sweat like (I was in) hell. My skin felt hot, and if I wasn't so tanned, I'm sure I would have flushed. I started dripping, literally, onto the table, and my collar became wet from the sweat from the back of my neck. I drank more water than before, and my eyes became bloodshot. It was...hot. So freaking hot. 

I don't usually do selfies but this felt like an exception which had to be made.

Everybody was having some sort of reaction to the dish, so yeah, it's not one that's to be underestimated. We asked for water, and then more water. The lady there was nice enough to accommodate. We spent about $11, and each person had about 3 wings (one normal, one level 4 and one level 6) and we shared one starter. We wisely continued dinner and desserts somewhere else. (That somewhere else is Greenwich V, which is this quite atas mall in the middle of nowhere made just to cater to the neighbourhood).

Anyway, I figure the post should end here, but of course, the wings had after effects. My stomach felt really queasy afterwards, like a volcano, I guess. I didn't dare go for a run because...I might get the runs. Anyway, I went to sleep without problem, but when I woke up this morning...it was bad. I took a shit 3 times. It was as if there was another flush inside my stomach (flush-ception) trying to get the spiciness out of my system.

Even now, my stomach is...acting suspiciously, but nothing too bad.

Okay, I'll leave here. I'm still stressed about non-work stuff, which shouldn't be the way right? I'm just afraid I won't be able to do things well, I guess. Work's been good to me - I'm enjoying it immensely, but that's the life of an intern, maybe. Okay, I'm out.