In a heartbeat. But I’m booking the appointment for a Friday night, so I have all weekend to recover.
Three seconds later: warmth. Ten seconds: sweat beading on the upper lip. Thirty seconds: a full-body audit of every capsaicin receptor I own. This wasn’t heat for heat’s sake. This was structured fire—cascading in waves from Kashmiri red chile warmth to bird’s-eye brutality, with a backbone of garlic, ginger, and palm vinegar that somehow kept the whole thing from becoming a daredevil stunt. dr vindaloo
★★★★☆ (4/5)