Frank’s Buffalo Chicken Pizza was a foreboding sight in the middle of the table. Featuring “Frank’s Red-Hot Cayenne Pepper Sauce,” it was a terrifying dish for a spice-hater to even think about.
There was a subtle buttery flavor behind the cheese and sauce. The crust had a nice crunch to it, and the overall pizza had a light hint of salt. It was the best Italian pie I had ever consumed. Then, the heat hit me like a freighter.
My mouth was set ablaze with the heat of the sun. I had to do everything I could to mask the pain, but I’m sure it only made me look more uncomfortable. Tears welled up in my eyes as I choked the bite down. All the while, people in the restaurant looked at me in a mix of humor and confusion.
This pizza was the spiciest and most painful thing I ate, but it’s hard to regret it when the toppings and crust were so good. Besides, how often is it that you can order a pizza with hot sauce instead of tomato?