Denton, TX - Rooster's Roadhouse
 

Went to Rooster's Roadhouse in Denton tonight. They have a burger on the menu (actually, it's a slider) called the "Hell Burger". Of course it has a dousing of "Hell Sauce", along with some ghost chilis, fresh jalapenos, grilled onions and a small burger. For those that don't know, Ghost Chilis(bhut jaloka) are the hottest pepper known to man. You have to sign a waiver when you order it.

Taunt me like that and of course I just have to order it.

I bit into it and it was like a full frontal assault on my mouth. I immediately broke into a sweat. As I was chewing this first small bite, I had to wonder if I was going to be able to swallow it. I gathered up all my strength and swallowed. Holy crap! It burned all the way down to my stomach. It felt like somebody had a welding torch, stuck it in my mouth then directed it down my throat and turned it on full blast in my stomach. I had never in my life tasted anything so hot before. OK, the first bite was gone and I thought whew! I drained my beer and my glass of water, which did absolutely NOTHING to alleviate the pain. Bacon cheese fries didn't help either.

Well, I was this far in, so I decided to try to finish this demon sandwich. After all, I am a man and it was only a slider sized burger, right? Two more bites and I would be done. I take the second bite. This time some "Hell Sauce" kind of hangs on the drawback and drips on my lip. I use my tongue to retrieve it and lick my lips. Holy moly, that was a mistake. I now had the ring of fire on my face. I swear the fumes that were emanating from my lips was now singeing my nose hairs.

One bite left. I feel like I'm breathing flames, both in and out. I can't see because my eyes are watering so bad, and my nose is now running like a faucet. The sweat pouring off me was starting to make a puddle on the table, and I was already devising a plan to cool my ass off tomorrow. Literally. I had thoughts about sticking baby wipes in the freezer and freeze pop enemas because I know this is not going to end well. I put the last bit in my mouth, and it doesn't seem as hot as the first two, but then I realize I can't taste a thing because by now my tongue must be charred worse than the burger meat in the sandwich. I chew, swallow, and thank God the waitress has brought me fresh refills of my drinks.

I would love to give you a review of the rest of their food, but I couldn't taste a thing until after we left the Dairy Queen on the way home.

Note to self: Stop at the grocery store and get those freeze pops

They should rename it a d00f burger

So how did that end for you. . . :roflback:

Eeeewwwww..... you had to ask. Gonna be in Denton on Monday and Tuesday night. Might just skip that burger. :roflback:

Sounds like fun!

Self imposed gastrointestinal distress.

Can't beat it!

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Looks right.....





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Dan you ate ghost peppers...................... :41:

you Texans have all the fun

So far so good! :roflback:

Oh lord...

With him sitting on the 'throne' the next day yelling "Come on ice cream!" :SD2

Really glad I wasn't there.

No, I wouldn't have tried the ghost peppers. I've seen enough on TV. But my sides would be aching now from laughing at you so hard.

Why is it funny to watch people in self-inflicted pain?

Spoken like a true friend. :Poke:

But I would expect no less :roflback: