OK, so at Quaker Steak & Lube – the wings chain that we stop into every time we drive to Ohio – there’s a huge menu of hot wings arranged according to something called “Scoville Units” (hotness. basically). The ones I would consider eating hover around ninety units, because I am a weenie and I don’t understand why a person would want to eat things that incur pain.
Triple Atomic wings – the hottest ones on the menu – contain something called “ghost peppers” and have FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND units.
FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND. That is a lot of thousands.
And if you want to eat them, you first must sign a waiver. And if you eat six, you get a t-shirt. Obviously I was not interested in doing this, but for whatever reason Kendrick (and the Man Vs. Food guy, apparently) was.
Here is what happened.
