To My Chi-Town Peeps (and/or anyone else with Chi-Town knowledge)

[buddhamike]

Can someone explain to me why I can down a full order of nachos smothered in jalapenos with no issues, but one friggin' Chicago Dog and my stomach feels like the fucking Alien is trying to escape? WTF kind of pepper is that? I'm freaking dying over here! I've taken 3 packs of Alka-Seltzer and still feel like Tyson gut-punched me

Comments

[kubryk]

You probably had someone who didn't use a Vienna Beef . . ..either that or you're a pussy :-p

[buddhamike]

Nope, they advertise as using Vienna Beef. It's these two small whole green peppers they put on the dog.

[kubryk]

A couple sport peppers have you down? Damn, man. . . .tho the Chicago hot dog does funny things to the body.

After about five, two slices of pizza and a couple polish at a Sox game two years ago, I spent the 3rd, 4th and 5th innings of the double header in the toilet.

[buddhamike]

I know! I don't get it. I can eat whole fresh jalapenos without flinching. I've even bit into a habanero once on a bet. I'm a heat junkie. But these sport peppers? They must come from the garden of Satan himself. 18 hours later and my stomach still feels unsettled.

[kubryk]

Well. . .did you drink any beer with 'em? Because usually a crappy beer like Old Style with a couple dogs will keep you normal.

[buddhamike]

No brew. It was lunchtime.