i just got off the toilet and if you want to know why my ass burns.... then read on if not then go read some other blog.
2 days ago i went to a place called My BBQ spot in sacramento on j street, initially i went there to get jo a sandwich but what i saw there was something more intense then i could ever imagine. a black guy in scrubs was there with his wife and 2 kids eating a sandwich while 4 cops a couple and 3 employees watched...and of course me. i ordered the sanwhich and sat there and watch the man sweat, and breath deeply and drink loads and loads of water.... and finally fnished the sandwich followed by cheers and a cash prize of $75.... i asked them about the sandwich and they said its called the war sauce challenge..... you chose any sandwich to be drenched in their spicest sauce ever and if you finish it in 30mins you win $25 (which is how much it costs) and an extra 50. as i left i told them i would be back tomorrow.... because i cant refuse a challenge...when i told jo about it he said he wasnt gonna pay for it because he figured it was a waste of money so i just let it go after begging and persuading and making him feel bad but i gave up eventuall all together...i told joann about it and she told paul and the next thing you knew its 6 o clock the next day and paul is at more door saying lets go eat that sandwich.
we get there and an asian guy with blue eyes looks at me and says "aawww shit he came back" when i told him i brought a friend not to watch but to join the challenge all the way from vallejo he mentioned HE TOO was from the V and in our discussion about vallejo another guy from behind us mentioned he had a girlfriend from vallejo too! go fig?! anyways he bought the sandwich a whoppin $50 and picked our drinks paul ordered water but was accidently given lemonade and i got the same.... as the sandwich hit our table we looked at each other as 14 others watched and we both dabbed the sandwich meat with our index fingers and gave it a small taste right then we both looked at each other and coughed and knew we were in trouble.
the blue eye guy said to us to just scarf it and we did... i ate so fast to the point where i got the hic ups and paul somehow got it in his eye....im hic upping and as i look at paul his eyes are red and teary, face red as an apple, and he's drinkin as much as he can.... i start putting ice in my mouth only to have it melt on contact and i look down and see only half the sandwich is gone.... same for paul.... who at this time got a time out to run to the bathroom and wash his eyes out... i pick the other half up only to be burned in the nose by just the sent as the whole place is snickering and cheering me on and i can only gasp for another cup of ice. paul comes back and this time his nose is running like a track star and we both look at each other and call it quits there was no way we could have finished it.... that was a hell of a sandwich....literally. we get our picture take anyways because we were the second closest to finishing the sandwich they told us other people take 1 bite and throw up or leave but we finished a whole half either way we were put up with the other 6 who failed the sandwich but we got a special spot for being close to 2nd place. they give us ice cream and we head off home.
the ice cream did very little our mouths were burning like hell so we came back to the apartment and got more ice cream took some tums and pepto and continued on... jo came back tried a small lick and nearly died because it was so hot (yeah we brought the other halves home) either way fast forwarding...........................................................................................................................................
when i got home from getting my taxes done paul was already asleep i laid down... got back up laid down got back up....and finally it happened.... i ran to the toilet and yakked and then had to poo then yakked again its what jo called "the spin arounds" and boy was i ever i got back to the room and fell on the floor and broke out into a sweat my eyes got blurry and my stomach was screaming for help i lost it for a while and woke up in the hospital in the emergency room. jo brought me.... but when i woke up i told him i had to leave because i hate the emergency room and we came back home..... i just took a long long shower and let the sleep do the healing... woke up a little hurt i can still feel the pain in my tummy but a few trips to the toilet took care of that... and im sure it wont be my last trip of the day..... go try the sandwich....My BBQ Spot- J &24th street.
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