Tobasco Fiasco Not so very long ago, I worked in Chili's Grill & Bar in Cambridge, England, and on one incredibly busy Saturday night, I got this table of five Cambridge University geeks. They had obviously never been to the store and, like many people, got the wrong impression from the name of the restaurant.
"What do you mean you don't do anything REALLY spicy?" he shouted at me in front of all the other guests. "You're called Chili's for God's sake and you haven't got one bloody HOT meal on the menu!" I politely reminded him that food servers do not generally get the opportunity to design menus for large multi-national chain restaurants, but this guy would NOT let up. He had been waiting 1 1/2 hours for his table, and he wanted something HOT.
He eventually ordered fajitas. When I rang them through, I hit the "see server" button for the kitchen. I told the cook I wanted them made HOT. "How hot?" he asks. "Let me do it" I replied. Making sure the managers were safely tucked into the office, I went onto the broiler, put down the skillet, tossed in some onions and bell peppers, and then poured a WHOLE BOTTLE of TABASCO SAUCE into this asshole's fajitas.
Let's just say that I've never seen someone go SO red SO quickly. I thought the asshole was going to die, and I'm sure he did, too. Before he left, I apologized once again for not having anything particularly HOT on our menu. He looked at me like he thought I was going to stab him and left sharpish with his idiot friends. Aaah... revenge. Love it!