While dining at one of CU's finer Chinese restaurants last night, I became aware of the occasional tendency of menu writers to understate the realities a bit...or a lot. I learned, to my displeasure and eventual discomfort that when they say "spicy," it basically means that you can -- if you become less than sober or dutifully apply xylocaine to your throat and stomach -- survive the flames such as those that shot out of my ears, nose, and throat.
"Other than that Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?"
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