HOT Pepper

The generally unremarkable Indian (or Bangladeshi or Pakistani) Bodega on 31st Street just north of the 30 Ave Subway Stop (east side of street) — which does, finally sell beer — has some of the ab-so-lute-ly most fucking hot peppers in the world on sale. They’re laid out on a Hindi newspaper by the register. Two for a dollar. “They better be hot,” said, I, with attitude. My fucking God! I can eat the hottest hot pepper (please don’t doubt me on that). And I bit the teeniest little tip of one of these. They are fucking HOT!

Buy them while you can.

[Update: The crack research staff here at Astoria Bike has identified this pepper as a Bhut Jolokia.]