These last few days have been quite the culinary ride. On Saturday, I ate Tony Boloney’s 8 Rings of Hell Pizza (Name to be replaced with what they officially call it). I was the first person out of about fifty to complete said challenge. It was absolutely miserable, but the gratification on completing a challenge is always worth it. Spice is one of those things that comes into my life every few years. Prior to this, I ate triple atomic wings at Quaker Steak for a t-shirt and drunkenly entered a buffalo wing contest and coming in first*. The asterisk is because I lost to a professional eater. He whooped my ass. I get a number of questions, but everyone assumed I wanted to do this because it was a contest.
I originally wanted to do it because I thought it was going to be like a Hot Ones fan pizza. It would be really hot, but edible. I also didn’t realize it was a challenge. I first saw the pizza on their Instagram story, but I didn’t figure it was a challenge. There was a point where I realized I painted myself in a corner. A few days out, I tweeted about it. Earlier that day, I made an Instagram story about it. I drove there at ~3pm and actually was denied as the people there didn’t know what I was referring. I ended up eating a slice of their Oldman Brooklyn and Buffalo Chicken while making my second Instagram story expressing my disappointment. Mike, the owner, replied and we set a time and date. Not only this, I brought my parents along. As you can see, when I quickly learned that this was a challenge, I had no choice but to win regardless of the pain. I ate it in like 10 bites or less. There was a little leeway at the end as I couldn’t fork up the chicken with the plastic fork. To make matters worse, I had to wait a minute after I finished each bite. I was offered orange soda, but as I don’t drink caffeine, I declined. Turns out, that makes it much worse. Heh.
I am beyond thankful for the water that I got after along with the milk/cream concoction Mike uses for his cheese afterwards when I was deemed the winner. It was so gratifying to drink it. During the whole time I was eating it, I was so out of body when doing it. It is as something takes over me. It happens sporadically. Bert Kreischer claims it is a Mickey Mantle gene and that makes enough sense for me not to claim anything else. I was just chugging along with one thing in mind – finishing at all costs. There were a few times I hiccuped and thought it was going to projectile right out, but it was just air. At one point, my body was trembling or my mind was perceiving that I was shaking. My lips burned, my face burned, and my hands / wrists were burning. When it was over, all I could feel was relief and a molten lava slowly going through my digestive track. The fact that I could feel it go through my body was a bit unnerving and so wild because it is so hard to fathom how long it is.
I lost all of Sunday in pain. I didn’t get out of bed besides for the bathroom. To save you the details, it hurt. If you must, you can imagine the rest.
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This is a screenshot of me after# successfully completing the @tonyboloneys 8 rings of hell pizza. Go watch it on their Instagram story. Truth be told, I thought this was the equivalent of a #HotOnes Pizza as I figured 10 sauces were the same sauces on the show. I wanted to see what everyone goes through, especially @seanseaevans goes through weekly. Jokes on me, it’s hotter – much hotter. Regardless, I have the Mikey Mantle gene that @bertkreischer jokes about. I refused to give up or quit. Didn’t even do it with a drink. Though the cream-milk concoction Mike gave me after was huge. They say you shouldn’t shave before going into the Dead Sea, but this is much worse. If I had any criticism, I’d say it had a bit too much chicken. Thanks for the experience, Mike! Great meeting you and glad to be the first ever person to complete this challenge. Now I’m terrified to hit the bathroom, but that’s not a story for Instagram.
A few days later, I get to attend the Atlantic City chapter’s L’Ordre Mondial des Gourmets Dégustateurs of La Confrérie de la Chaîne des Rôtisseurs dinner at The Iron Room with my father. The Iron Room is by far my favorite restaurant because they elegantly provide bar food with a gourmet twist. They also make the best burger I have ever tasted. This was the first time I did not have a burger and of course, they did not disappoint. I wish I could recall what was in each meal exactly. The first was a southern fried chicken and caviar with some sauce. The second was lobster with a sauce and mustard. The third was pig’s head with lamb bacon among-st other meat. The last was I believe some delicious meat with the best sauce I had ever tasted. Finally, we ended with different chocolate from the new bar, Made. Each meal was paired with a wine to make for quite an incredible evening. I am so fortunate that my father brought me and the time we had. I am glad he was there with me on both dinners (if you can call the challenge that…he ate) as well as my mother. I am also very grateful I can go to my bed at home as it is leagues better than the one I have currently.
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Last night’s Mondail dinner at The Iron Room was so incredibly delicious. I’m so fortunate my father included me on an exclusive dinner. Each course took us on a different roller coaster of flavors and taste sensations. It was the first time not eating the world’s best burger, but as you can see, I wasn’t upset about this what-so-ever. What you don’t see is each plate is paired with a different Pahlmeyer wine. The only exception was the southern fried chicken and caviar with a nice sauce. The pigs head, the lobster, and last dish (which I forget what it was because I was too encapsulated by great conversation) were all equally as delicious in different ways. Thank you Mark and Chef Kevin. Absolutely phenomenal time. You can see why this place is my favorite restaurant. Also, sorry for the somewhat sloppy photos. It was difficult trying to take a photo with low light and forgetting not to take a bite before I take the photo.