There's a Mexican place here in town that serves good food. The first time I went there I ordered Carnitas for Lisa, then asked the waiter if the Chili Colorado was spicy and he shook his head and said no, so I asked him to punch mine up a bit. He asked how spicy, and I told him to light my ass up and to throw in a couple fire roasted jalapenos as appetizers. He cocked one eyebrow and asked if I was sure. Fuck yes I'm sure, Jose - cook mine like you eat yours.
When they brought my food, he had a big smile on his face, and I noticed all the cooks and waiters were poking their heads out from the kitchen area and nodding with approval. I dug in and yes indeed, it was good and spicy. I'd take a bite, wipe the sweat off my forehead, smile back at them and take another bite. Now whenever I go back, it's like old home week and the waiter greets me as Mr Light My Ass Up.
