Remember going on family holiday to france - kinda rural place, cant remember the name.
My (indian) parents somehow found the only indian restaurant in a 100 mile radius. Of course, we were treated like family, they just kept sending food out. Then the owner said “oh, im going to send you over my famous Jalfrezi, lovely and spicy”, and my mam goes “Oooh, spicy, just the way we like it”. To which he replied “Oh, in that case, Ill do it extra special spicy!”
Was pretty much molten lava. We cleaned the bowl out due to politeness. I remember looking at my profusely sweating family, my sister with her glasses steamed up, just thinking. Whyyyyyyy???