I found myself in Boston recently to attend some educational seminars. Although our days were spent being publicly humiliated demonstrating our knowledge of ECG minutiae, nights were spent exploring the city and having fun. On our last day we ended up at the Rattlesnake Bar and Restaurant, a local Mexican-themed restaurant, for dinner and drinks, where on the menu we noticed the ghost chili margarita. Spicy food? Bring it.
First let’s take a step back. What is the ghost chili? It’s this:
If you’re wondering why it looks so hideous, it’s because it is. The ghost chili, officially known as the Bhut Jolokia, has been declared as the world’s hottest chili pepper. It’s about 400x hotter than Tabasco sauce, 125x hotter than a jalapeno, and 3x hotter than a habanero. In fact, the ghost chili’s heat is just shy of pepper spray. Here is how its heat fits in grand scheme of hot things (the Scoville scale):
I’ve actually heard about this ghost chili before. Many a buffalo wing joint features wings covered in ghost chili sauce that are then offered up as part of a challenge, where if you can eat a few of them within a certain time, you win a dumb prize. I’ve watched several youtube videos of people eating them and then going into conniptions, rolling around on the floor gripping their bellies, and then vomiting. I’ve even had a few friends try them. In fact, I even reached out to them in this time of apprehension and asked them for advice. Here are some of their responses:
“Bad move, my friend, bad move.”
“Good luck. I recommend wet wipes for tomorrow.”
OK forget these naysayers. But before we could even order the drink we were forced to sign a waiver. It featured the usual nonsense legalese (is there any other sort?), but also one section that instructed us not to drink the margarita and then touch our face, eyes, or … genitals. Right. Because so many people drink a margarita and then have the urge to molest themselves. Of particular interest to us cardiologists, it then went on to say that consuming the ghost chili pepper could result in dangerous heart disturbances, including failure. Heart failure from eating a chili? I contemplated for a moment that drinking this potion may lead to me to getting a HeartMate II, but I said screw it. Let’s drink this thing:
People, it was like drinking fire. It was war in my mouth. And esophagus. And stomach. (And, for one person in the group, his rectum.) One girl in our group immediately got the hiccups. The moment the liquid touches your tongue it lights your body on fire. My face broke out into a cold sweat. I had to get up and pace for a few minutes as other people were staring at me. Drinking water didn’t work, nor did milk, so I resorted to my tried-and-true trick I learned from a wise person back in the day: a teaspoon of sugar. Unfortunately this was a bar, so just tore open a bunch of sugar packets and poured them in my mouth. The heat settled down soon thereafter, and most of us were back to normal. A stupid part of me wanted to try some more, so I went for round two (and then round three), with each time being worse than the previous one. After all of us took all our sips, the glass was still nearly completely full. We’re pathetic.
It was a crazy experience (and pricey, at $16 for the one drink), but well worth it. Anyway, here’s our group.
Where is the drink? Oh there it is.