But Black forest gateau is cack !
Right whilst were on a rampage, people who have 'macho' curries, I've got no problem with spice as a taste but when it gets to pain levels of heat, what are you thinking why bother choosing a meat if you are going to serve it up with fire ??
I'll go as far as a vindaloo or a chef's special advertised as very hot (in the latter case you know it should be made properly so the heat complements the other flavours).
Your challenge curries are just stupid, no enjoyment in that. I could do it just to prove a point but I wouldn't really enjoy it.
For me, Madras is really my limit, and often that is pushing the pain barrier.
(and I tried one spoonful and nearly died - photographic evidence is out there which I am sure certain posters can still find)..
I know, I remember the photo, I was relying on you as an expert witness
The Black Country Derby Phaal face-off where I was the referee! I was wearing a Slayer Root of All Evil t-shirt as I remember, which summed up the curry quite nicely!
In that particular restaurant on Brick Lane the phaal was well made and actually had a great taste. Totally not for me, but it was balanced and I have to give the chef a lot of credit. About a week later I think it was Wombat and I were in London again for a curry and he asked for them to make a phaal and it was bright fucking red as all the did was just pour a boatload of extra hot chilli powder in. That's just shit cookery.
A good vindaloo or a madras is really nice, the stupidly macho super hot curries are just shit. I had some brilliant veg curries in Chennai last year - they were very hot, but very tasty too.
I should say there is video on the web somewhere of when Wombat and Mrs Wombat came to stay at Paddington Towers, and late in a particularly alcoholic evening the bastard brought out a chilli sauce that was quaintly called "Santa's shit". I touched it to the tip of my tongue and the next couple of minutes with everyone's phone camera rolling were comedy gold. People really are cunts at times, but I still love all of them that were present. I mention it again and the wife would probably still laugh at my fiery predicament.
I should say there is video on the web somewhere of when Wombat and Mrs Wombat came to stay at Paddington Towers, and late in a particularly alcoholic evening the bastard brought out a chilli sauce that was quaintly called "Santa's shit". I touched it to the tip of my tongue and the next couple of minutes with everyone's phone camera rolling were comedy gold. People really are cunts at times, but I still love all of them that were present. I mention it again and the wife would probably still laugh at my fiery predicament.
I can confirm that it was the Christmas edition.