A bunch of us went over to the Prince of Wales Pub for lunch today, I really had no idea there could be such a history behind a single hamburger. But, once I ordered the habanero hamburger I realized I was in for a treat. The bartender shouted out “one habanero hamburger” and rang the bar bell. Then she handed over a waver for me to sign, it stated that I understood the burger was going to be hot and I wouldn’t be a wimp and try to return it. I really like hot foods and can handle pretty much anything, so this seemed a bit ridiculous to me.
When she handed me the plate the first thing I noticed was thick layer of habanero paste which coated the entire top of the hamburger. Seconds later the vapor hit my nose and then my eyes, this is when I began to become a bit nervous. The sauce at first taste was nice and tangy, once I started to tell my friends that the hamburger was pretty good is when the heat started to kick in. It wasn’t just hot, it almost unbearable. It took me 2 pints to wash this thing down, but I was able to finished the hamburger! The best part was when the bartender congratulated me and handed over a bumper sticker which stated “I survived the habanero hamburger”. What could be better?!
Well my mouth didn’t stop burning for about an hour or so and that’s when my stomach began to feel the heat. It’s now 10pm and my belly is still not settled… At all!