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Dial111: Up until recently I was the same as a couple of replies here that it’s a waste of time having a really hot sauce as it takes away from the other flavours in the dish, I couldn’t see the point in eating something that brings pain, how can you enjoy food if it burns but I’ve changed my mind and have slowly started to bring up my tolerance and it actually makes food much more enjoyable for me. I’ve been converted.
I agree with you to some extent. Many years ago, I started building up my tolerance over a period of a couple of months in anticipation of a trip to SE Asia, and it helped immensely in me being able to eat spicy food. The downside was that food without spice on it ended up tasting very bland in comparison.
Once, in a previous job, a colleague and I were both in Melbourne to do some work for Telstra. Glen says we'll go to his favourite Indian restaurant for dinner, and I agree. So that evening we arrive at top of a dark alley and he says "It's just down here." I peer at the alley and opine that the only thing down that alley is robbery followed by painful death, but he insists it's the right place so we walk down. Soon enough we reach a very ordinary door with a small sign above it and go inside.
It is indeed an Indian restaurant for which I am much relieved.
Anyway, we take our seats and when the waiter has taken our order Glen says,
"Now look, I want my curry Indian Hot. That doesn't mean White Man Hot. It means hot. Understand me? HOT like the fires of hell, Indian Hot."
"Yes, absolutely sir, understood: Indian Hot."
...Time passes, we receive our meals.
"Before you go, let me try mine first," says Glen. He takes a taste. "No, I said I wanted Indian Hot. This is White Man Hot. Go away and get me more chilli for it."
The waiter looks at him sideways and then goes off to the kitchen. I look over, and as he comes back, all the kitchen staff have come out to watch what's about to happen next. He puts a bowl of chilli and spices with a spoon down in front of Glen, who spoons the entire bowl into his curry and stirs it in.
Takes a taste - 'Right, now it's Indian Hot. Thank you!" and hands back the empty bowl to the dumbfounded waiter. Meanwhile the kitchen staff are cracked up laughing.
Good times.
Also, the food was fantastic, so if I could remember the name of the place I'd totally recommend it.
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hio77:
can you bring me back some?
This (or something similar) does already seem to be available in NZ via the Chilli Hub website: https://www.chillihub.co.nz/collections/hot-sauces
Check out the Wiltshire Chilli Farm 'God Slayer'
(I note that they also sell "da Bomb - Beyond Insanity" sauce which anyone who watches the 'Hot Ones' YouTube channel will be very familiar with)
The whole hot food thing has to be something that you want to actually do. My family have no desire to eat food to such a level that it makes you sweat, it gives me the hiccups if hot enough and, well, hurts going in, hurts coming out sort of heat, but I take it as somewhat of a personal challenge. Can I push myself out of my comfort zone, how much can i tolerate etc. The thing is, once you start pushing the boundaries a little, that boundary is forever moved. Next time, you have to push a little harder, rinse and repeat.
I totally get the aversion, but much like other "pain / pleasure" activities, how do you know what you might like if you don't extend yourself once and a while
Lifes too short to eat dull food
Having grown up with Indian cuisine being pretty ubiquitous, I was pretty tolerant from a fairly early age. Sometimes here I ask for "Indian hot" and the manager appears to make sure I know what I am talking about, which is often followed by a variation of
"Oh - you're English. Well that will be fine then. My cousin/brother/uncle works in/owns an Indian restaurant in London/Manachester/Birmingham and I worked there for a few years."
"Do you make Phall here?"
"Umm, no. Kiwis would never eat that!"
Edit - in case you do not know what Phall is:
Phall (/ˈfɑːl/; sometimes spelled fall, faal, fahl, phaal, phal or paal) is a British Asian curry which originated in British Bangladeshi restaurants[1] in Birmingham, UK. It is not to be confused with the char-grilled, gravyless, finger food phall from Madras Presidency.
It is one of the hottest forms of curry regularly available, even hotter than the vindaloo, using many ground standard chilli peppers, or a hotter type of chilli such as scotch bonnet or habanero. Typically, the dish is a tomato-based thick curry and includes ginger and optionally fennel seeds.[2]
Phall has achieved notoriety as the hottest generally available dish from Indian restaurants. In 2008 in the UK, a charity competition in Hampshire was based on competitors eating increasingly hot phalls.[3]

My step dad loves his hot sauce so I order him lots, I got him this recently and he said it was really hot, coming from him most would die trying it: https://www.saucenation.co.nz/hot-sauce/chilli-extracts/the-worlds-hottest-corn-chips
I got some of that chocolate from mighty ape, it was great when the greedy guy walked over and broke off a whole row almost and chomped straight into it. The second time I ordered some it arrived all messed up and oxidized so I didnt want it, mighty ape refunded it and I gave it to someone at work who seems to take great delight in eating past the best before date foods.
I might have to order some again since there are a couple of new people to give it to.
I used to take great pleasure in going to Indian, Malaysian and Mexican restaurants and challenging them to make me something so hot I couldn't eat it. In one Malaysian restaurant in the mid 90's I chowed down on the hottest rendang I'd ever had - it was fantastic! Unbeknown to me, the chef had come out from the kitchen and was watching me as he thought I'd take one mouthful and run out screaming. After I'd cleaned up my plate I went to pay for the meal, he came over shook my hand and said the meal was complimentary.
The only place that ever defeated me was a Mexican outfit in Courtenay Place (not South of the Border - that was on Willis Street at the time) with some enchilada's straight out of a volcano! I managed to get about 3/4 of the way through them though.
Back in the early-mid 2000's I used to have a super hot chilli sauce but the name escapes me, which is doing my head in. The label claimed it was the second hottest sauce in the world and I have a vague recollection of a spaceship on the label. In 2005 I had a Sri Lankan flatmate who found it in the fridge one night. As he opened it to put some on his dinner I warned him to only use a few drops. "It's OK, I'm Sri Lankan, I'm used to hot food" he beamingly stated, being completely unaware of my 'experience' with hot foods. He put far more than I recommended on his dinner and was saying things completely unrepeatable here when only a couple of mouthfuls in. He didn't get much further.
I can sit on the floor with relatives (in-laws) in Thailand and eat, and thoroughly enjoy, exactly what they're eating which both impresses (or at least it did the first time round because it's immensely hot) and pleases them. The food there is one of the things I most look forward too and will be enjoying it again in August. With respect to MikeB4's comment about food being for pleasure, comfort etc. - even at those sort of heats it can be. It all depends either on what you've been brought up on or what you've decided you like and how you choose to ramp it up (or not) over time. All that said, the level of spice in food at home has dropped considerably over the last few years so my tolerance will have gone somewhat. I'll probably get a bit of a caning from the food this time round...
Dratsab:
I used to take great pleasure in going to Indian, Malaysian and Mexican restaurants and challenging them to make me something so hot I couldn't eat it. In one Malaysian restaurant in the mid 90's I chowed down on the hottest rendang I'd ever had - it was fantastic! Unbeknown to me, the chef had come out from the kitchen and was watching me as he thought I'd take one mouthful and run out screaming. After I'd cleaned up my plate I went to pay for the meal, he came over shook my hand and said the meal was complimentary.
The only place that ever defeated me was a Mexican outfit in Courtenay Place (not South of the Border - that was on Willis Street at the time) with some enchilada's straight out of a volcano! I managed to get about 3/4 of the way through them though.
Back in the early-mid 2000's I used to have a super hot chilli sauce but the name escapes me, which is doing my head in. The label claimed it was the second hottest sauce in the world and I have a vague recollection of a spaceship on the label. In 2005 I had a Sri Lankan flatmate who found it in the fridge one night. As he opened it to put some on his dinner I warned him to only use a few drops. "It's OK, I'm Sri Lankan, I'm used to hot food" he beamingly stated, being completely unaware of my 'experience' with hot foods. He put far more than I recommended on his dinner and was saying things completely unrepeatable here when only a couple of mouthfuls in. He didn't get much further.
I can sit on the floor with relatives (in-laws) in Thailand and eat, and thoroughly enjoy, exactly what they're eating which both impresses (or at least it did the first time round because it's immensely hot) and pleases them. The food there is one of the things I most look forward too and will be enjoying it again in August. With respect to MikeB4's comment about food being for pleasure, comfort etc. - even at those sort of heats it can be. It all depends either on what you've been brought up on or what you've decided you like and how you choose to ramp it up (or not) over time. All that said, the level of spice in food at home has dropped considerably over the last few years so my tolerance will have gone somewhat. I'll probably get a bit of a caning from the food this time round...
Many moons ago, when Noah was having boat building lessons and god was but a boy, the memsahib and I were in Thailand somewhere. I ordered Pad Gra Prow (Thai beef with basil) and the lady serving asked how hot.
"Thai hot, like you have it at home please."
"No. You cannot eat."
"I can. Really. No problem."
etc
Duly arrived. The plate was at least 50% whole chillies. Since we were the only people in the restaurant (not just the only crazy farangs, but the only people) the kitchen staff came out and watched me eat it. Within one mouthful, I was sweating like a Louisiana hog farmer. Within half a dozen, my nose was running and my eyes were watering. When I made it to the end (and 4 bottles of Chang to wash it down with) they all clapped!

Having lived in the Brazilian South I was never introduced to Indian food while young - not many Indian immigrants then (mainly Japanese where I lived, and German/Italian further South).
My first experience with Indian food was back in the early 90s. I was in Philadelphia for work and most of the colleagues were Indian. They invited me to dinner at a place they knew in Atlantic City... So we drove there. They loved it. It was eye watering for me.
Also, thinking we should move this thread to the "Health and Fitness" sub-forum because I am seriously wondering if this is not going to turn into a health issue...
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Speaking of health, there're data that chillies protect against stomach ulcers e.g. https://gut.bmj.com/content/36/5/664.abstract
I'm growing chilies since 4 years now. I think I can call my balcony a true "Danger Zone" in summer. But I was never so stupid to take part in a competition meal with these chilies. A friend has a genetic defect and she can eat the hottest chillies in the world. She regularly hits the most daring mouth heroes and smiles. :-)
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