No more spicy !

If today were my last day on earth, then I would surely remember "Hell Spicy Dandan Noodle" I had in Uji.  

My friend and I had lunch at a restaurant in Uji, a small and beautiful town just south of Kyoto. We love spicy food, so he selectively chose that place - particularly in favor of me who always craved it. The specialty is, as put in the menu, "Hell Spicy Dandan Noodle: Szechuan style noodle with terrible spicy soup that makes your lips numb". I thought it was funny.  

 And I took it so lightly due to my hubris undermining anything hot and peppery. That self-delusion proved wrong soon! The food was truly like hell as if burning my lips and stomach! Who the heck eats a food like this? 

Grinning widely,  my friend said, “At last, spicy food has defeated you.” “Defeated? That makes sense. Brutally defeated. Now I give up! Next time, no more spicy!” 

 We both burst out laughing. Yet, had I foreseen what would happen to me that night thanks to “Hell Noodle”, then I don’t think I would have laughed like that.  

 Real hell comes, but late!