One of the lunch specials at my usual haunts today was a spicy chicken sandwich, and, in a daring mood, I opted to try it out. It arrived at my table literally bathed in the same sort of spicy sauce they put on buffalo wings. It was pushing it to call it a sandwich, because it was so damp that it practically dared you to pick it up without getting orange nastiness on your clothes. The flavor was completely overpowered by the sauce, which burned your nostrils the same way that burning plastic does.

So the question becomes, why did I eat the entire damned thing?