This is Bob Oakes from WBUR sampling the Hell Pasta on Monday Night. Guess who served it to him. The story says it was a waitress dressed as a devil, but they got that part wrong. It was me:
For Halloween’s sake, I will tell my favorite story of the two Hell Nights I’ve worked so far. Yesterday I was serving a group of seven men who all could have been firefighters based on their build. They were big men, and rowdy. When one complained that his beer was taking too long (I’d forgotten it) I unapologetically told him that it was because he forgot to say “please.” I should mention now that this was my last table of the night and I was a bit burnt out, so to speak.
Anyway, they were yelling at the kitchen and everybody. Perhaps they came in with a foreign load (too much beer from next door.) Its hard to say but they were acting drunk. At the behest of their cries, Mr. S. brought them a small bowl of the Hell Pasta, free of charge. They hardly nibbled on it at all. But that didn’t stop them from demanding more water every two minutes. Finally, fed up, I asked them if instead of bringing more water, maybe I could just eat their entire bowl of Hell Pasta in one bite. Which I did, right in front of their astonished faces, and then went on working like nothing had happened.
This was all caught on video. Today I have had a painful awakening, but I’m riding high on the anti-diarrheal pills now. Later these big men started yelling at the Chef that their food wasn’t hot enough. Eric came out and presented them with a fatali pepper (West African scotch bonnet, second hottest in the World) and a bit of cut up Naga Jolokia (Indian red pepper, hottest in world.) They wouldn’t even touch the peppers, at which point everyone left in the restaurant crowded around their table and chanted, “WIMP WIMP WIMP.” This time I didn’t offer to eat them, because I too was scared. Those guys left a great tip.
Tonight I’ll take some pictures. Here are a couple just for Halloween fun: