Humans are the only species in the world who willingly eat foods that induce a lasting, painful burning sensation, so says the professors from ScienceDirect.
Do you know why?
Well, I can't tell ya now cos that article costs USD$5 to read and I only read the excerpt from google search. Heh heh.
To all those out there who cannot eat their chicken rice without watery chilli - who cannot eat laksa without that extra spoon of sambal - who bring little packets of chilli sauce on long trips to Australia - who personally profess to be the "Chillie King" - Who boasts about their astounding threshold on spicy stuff ... ... ... I have just the thing for you!
~ *Drum da dum dum dum Dang~ Dang* cue mexican guitar music ~
Deep in the heart of Seletar airbase where the cacophony of urban life fail to pierce, where the lalang grow tall and the angsana trees stand like silent sentinels ... ... there was an elusive diner.
So elusive it was that my dad got lost 3 bleeping times even when relying on his hand-held GPS system.
Seriously, the place doesn't even have signboards! Just endless strips of black tar you drive on that spontaneously splits into forks and dead-ends as if flipping you the bird for having the nerve to attempt such a journey. Tsk tsk.
But it was worth it - oh lord, it was worth it.
We were looking for the obscure Sunset Bar & Pub - famed for their gigantic portions, fish & chips, pain-in-the-ass location and nightmarishly spicy buffalo wings. I shit you not.
The place was like finding a coke machine in the sahara dessert ~ Just look at the photo below.
If this were a panoramic shot, all you'd see at the sides of the photo would be an endless expanse of wilderness. And air-space. Romantic as hell, I tell ya.
Really??!! Is Singapore even capable of having such a rustic diner in its bleeding-edge sophisticated world of concrete and glass? Call in the contractors and the JTC! There is a blasphemous speck of old-world charm leeching on our plans for land maximization!
Sunset bar & pub, located near the Singapore Flying Club. Bring a compass to navigate around.
This is the most beautiful restaurant I've ever been to.
Amid the overgrown weeds and cracked stone paths, this place is a gem of an era long past that sleeps oblivious to the rapid modernizing raging around it.
The decor felt like one of those yee-har american saloons crossed with an airplane aficionado fevered dream because the walls and shelves were crammed full of airplane photos/trophies/famous (dead) pilots/ airplane models/ posters etc.
The place was also dim and smokey and choke full of liquor displays (like a true blue yankee bar)
My bro took the shot. He suffers from Parkinsons. Thus the size of the photo to reduce blur.
So so so, we're here to taste their legendary buffalo wings.
The wings have a range from level 1 all the way to level 40. What the hell are these levels for? Some chicken-mario platformer? Nope! These levels indicate how big your balls are because if you can take a spicy-ness of level 40 - you've got cajones the size of jupiter.
Guess what, my dad wanted to be some gung-ho manly man and try level 8. LEVEL CRAPPIN 8!
He heartily asked the waiter, "May I know the level of chilli padi on the scale?"
Oh-ho-ho-ho! The waiter gave a sneaky grin and said, "Chilli padi is about.... ... level 3"
So my dad ate the humble pie and we eventually settled for a level 4. And boy it was still the hottest thing I've ever eaten.
You wanna know what was the sensation like eating it? It's like someone made a pie out of tabasco and sulphuric acid and crammed it down your mouth with a wasabi-coated plunger. Then you douse yourself in kerosene and light yourself up. It's that painful.
Check out my hot-O-meter below:
Seriously, if you think tabasco extra spicy was the pinnacle of spicyness, you're wrong. And the crazy thing is, there are actually people who have tried all the way up to level 40, the bastards.
Anyway, enough about masochistic buffalo wings. The other servings at Sunset bar and pub were totally awesome and oily and scrumptious! Oooh lala~ the stuff here will clog your arteries faster than swallowing a gallon of lard.
And the portions were HUGE! I could kill someone with the fish & chips platter should I drop it on their heads.
A killer plate of food. Go ahead, measure up. It's roughly 2.5 times the size of her head.
Battered fried mushrooms. Yeah man~ load up on those calories.
The room was so steamy from the uber spicy wings the photo got misty. Or the waiter's hand had parkinsons.
The Sunset Bar and Pub is the best place for over-testostroned jerks. Buy them a plate of level 15 buffalo wings and tell them it's "just a bit more spicy than average".
Then sit back and snigger silently as you watch them try to prove their manliness by choking down these killer wings. Very humbling I tell ya, very humbling.
