This is probably the hottest dish in the city. It is excruciating. I say this as someone who once lay on the floor of her cubicle,
clutching her stomach, after an extract hot sauce tasting. (Extract hot
sauces are made with capsaicin extract, the same thing that goes into
Other than a nice, fresh ginger bite, there’s nothing going going on in this dish except pure pain. (At least the restaurant is honest about this.) It’s like eating an entire bowl of incendiary hot sauce, with a few measly bits of paneer thrown in. At first bite, it doesn’t seem so hot, but it’s the kind of heat that grows with time, just getting more and more painful, until you are sweating, and streaming from your eyes and nose.
Well, I finished it. I didn’t scrape the bottom of the bowl, but I’m calling it. Now that I’m sitting here with a stomach that feels like it contains glowing coals, I’m wondering why I did that. And my hands are still cold.