August 18, 2003

A.O.F. TOUR STOP NO. 5.



The beer: Indian Pale Ale. The location: Tampa Bay Brewing Co.

The wings: medium, hot and hellfire.

And when they say hellfire, they mean it.



The Asses of Fire Tour was conceived as a celebration of delicacies that are so simultaneously pure in their goodness and detrimental health effects that they are worth wrecking an intestinal tract just to enjoy them.

The Hellfire Wings truly belong in that category.

I only ate one fully dunked wing, and let me tell you, the sauce exploded on my taste buds. My eyes watered, my mouth throbbed, my sinuses evacuated their contents and my endorphins had a little Mardi Gras in my brain. I could have sworn some of them bared their breasts for beads.

It was a beautiful thing.

We could call it a day after this one. The search is complete. The grail has been captured.

But no, the quest continues.

On Wednesday, A.O.F. Tour Stop No. 6: The Greenery Pub.

May God have mercy on our bowels.

Posted by Jeff at August 18, 2003 10:39 PM | TrackBack
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