Posted by keithosaunders on February 24, 2017
A few days ago I went out to a Japanese ramen restaurant with my ex-wife and son. I perused the menu looking for an interesting soup, but most of the soups seemed too bland. Finally I noticed a soup called fire chicken and decided to try it.
When I ordered the soup the waitress asked me, “what level?” I hadn’t noticed levels but when I looked back at the menu, sure enough there were five levels – 2, 4, 6, 8, & 10. (I don’t know what happened to the odd numbers)
I didn’t want to be one of those wimpy Americans with a fear of spicy foods so I opted for a level six. The waitress looked down at me and with a stern voice informed me, “Most people order level two.” I downgraded to a 4.
When the soup arrived things did not bode well. First of all, the broth was an unnatural shade of red; a shade not found in nature. It was a bright crimson, like the color of Ohio State’s uniforms.
When I tried it my eyes immediately began gushing tears and I coughed as if I had just taken a puff of my first cigarette. I broke out in dry heaves and my hair fell out in clumps. But it actually tasted pretty good if you ignored the ancillary effects.
But this begs the question: What is a level 10 and who are the humans that can ingest it?