Bonnies and Fernet - Devils
The usual suspects and I were out on Saturday night. After a beers, we decided to eat. This, in it of itself, is blog worthy. We’ve been known to drink our dinner.
It was raining so we just stayed in the neighborhood and hit up our local. Met by a familiar face and a Fernet, we all ordered burgers, best to go with the devil you know. One of the lads requested some grilled jalapeños for his burger, a respectable request. But, I could tell by the way the bartender said that she’d “try”, it wasn’t going to happen. The cook, a notoriously stubborn bastard who is also known to grossly over salt everything, isn’t into pleasuring such requests. In fact, instead just ignoring the appeal, he sent out a plate of raw Scotch Bonnets, one of the hottest peppers on the planet. I interpreted this as the kitchen’s way of saying, don’t order shit that’s not on the menu- tow the line nerds.
You’re probably expecting some story about the heat, the shrieks, the rooster tails. Nah,they ate ‘em, not all of ‘em but, enough. My buddy with the fabulously irresponsible palate even sliced one up stuck it in his burger. Though he didn’t get his jalapeños, he got some heat and he denied the kitchen even the hint of a sadistic thrill. Me, I stuck with Fernet, the devil I know.
If not for the amazing location (within vomit distance of the Bucaneer) that sodium shithole would have been done long ago.
Hard for me to boycot because the cook’s wife is cool, but ya know what…a man can’t live on cool.
Viva la boycot!