The number scale needs adopted more often. I’ve never been to such a place, but I’ve been watching videos lately and saw a few restaurants with them. I kind of want to visit such a place now.
It’s not perfect because each restaurant would have a different scale, but at least it’s something, and you can figure a restaurant out if you go there a few times
Exactly. Unfortunately, there’s no such place around where I live, so I have to just trust them whenever they say it’s “spicy.” Even the same place tends to not even be consistent. Like, I love mapo tofu. It’s one of my favorite dishes of all time. Mapo tofu should be spicy. Tongue-numbing spicy. As in it’s the kind of dish Mao spoke about. This one place I get from either gives me the most tepid mapo tofu where there’s no spice whatsoever, or it’s so hot that sweat beads on my forehead. I much prefer the latter.
There’s an excellent local burger place near me that has a ghost pepper chicken sandwhich. I’ve ordered it three times now and it never reaches the level of a particularly angry jalapeno, and yet every time I am warned repeatedly
It’s super annoying when I ask for spicy food and the worker is like, “okay, but it’s spicy, is that okay?”
“Yes, I asked for spicy”
“But it’s spicy, are you sure?”
“Yes”
Brings food
It’s not spicy.
The best places have a number scale and you can just clearly pick your spice level
The number scale needs adopted more often. I’ve never been to such a place, but I’ve been watching videos lately and saw a few restaurants with them. I kind of want to visit such a place now.
It’s not perfect because each restaurant would have a different scale, but at least it’s something, and you can figure a restaurant out if you go there a few times
Exactly. Unfortunately, there’s no such place around where I live, so I have to just trust them whenever they say it’s “spicy.” Even the same place tends to not even be consistent. Like, I love mapo tofu. It’s one of my favorite dishes of all time. Mapo tofu should be spicy. Tongue-numbing spicy. As in it’s the kind of dish Mao spoke about. This one place I get from either gives me the most tepid mapo tofu where there’s no spice whatsoever, or it’s so hot that sweat beads on my forehead. I much prefer the latter.
Thats basically what happens to me a lot. If people ask “are you sure” I do tell them I’m Puorto Rican, I just look like a cracker.
There’s an excellent local burger place near me that has a ghost pepper chicken sandwhich. I’ve ordered it three times now and it never reaches the level of a particularly angry jalapeno, and yet every time I am warned repeatedly