We got there at about 12pm, when everything was unnervingly calm... Mr Hungry Hoss was limbering up for his big moment as superstar DJ and wing polisher extraordinaire, and the staff were firing up the Inka grill. It wasn't long until we gave in to the smokey calling. It was Big Mancs, Parmos and Party Burgers all round, with a couple of rounds of fries thrown in for good measure. The 'Twelve Dollar' shake was pretty good too. This was a healthy mix of vanilla infused bourbon, Kahlua, double cream, Amaretto and crushed ice. It was a bit like a cake in a glass... I loved it.
As the wings arrived there was an unexpected yet potent gust of naga, which took the audience a little by surprise... This was hot stuff. The contestants signed their disclaimers and took their places. The wings were in situ and the crowd were ready for these lunatics to face their inevitable fate. This was the plan...
- Round 1 - Apocalypse Now (and later): ancho chilli and BBQ sauce - mild
- Round 2 - Almost Flamarse: tabasco, naga - quite spicy
- Round 3 - Alan Turing-Sting: naga, ancho and habanero - very spicy
- Round 4 - Black Death: pure naga and sunflower oil - very very hot
- Digestif - Naga infused vodka (as you do)
Round one and they all appeared ok, apart from one poor chap who looked like he had accidentally ended up in this competition whilst looking for the loo. He was in a bad way. Round two was a different story. These wings were reportedly worse than round three and saw a few more casualties, including Kev. Mr Hungry Hoss was fairing well until his body decided enough was enough... he valiantly managed to get to a portaloo before rejecting said wings northwards. Good show.
Only three remained by the end of round three. It was not pretty folks. Faces covered in sauce and snot, and lips that looked like they had been involved in some horrific accident with a blow torch. The highlight of the day had to be chef Aiden Byrne coming to Sean's snotty rescue with a napkin.
And then there were two. I think there was genuine concern at this point that one or both of them may die. They looked like broken men. I thought there may be tears when Franco suggested that if they both drank a shot of chilli vodka that it may be declared a draw. Vodka consumed, both men were victorious! The Shaun/Sean duo had conquered the chillies and (as far as I know) live to fight another day.
Another good show from the chaps at Solita. Great food, cracking entertainment and good company. And no-one died.
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