(Also read my January 2012 post for the Fremont location)
(NOTE: I'd especially like people to read the other two parts because I've grown to like this place since my original blog post)
I went to Fire on the Mountain last September for the El Jefe wings challenge.
Simple challenge rules: eat at least 12 of their spiciest wings (El Jefe) and get your picture on their wall. And yes, you wear this really silly-looking wing hat when they take your photo. A friend of mine did the challenge, downing 13 wings before calling it quits. While I have a photo of him with that wing hat on, I'm opting to not post it on this blog.
When I took this challenge in September 2010, I was definitely not ready for the onslaught of spice to come. I felt the heat from the first wing, and it got worse from there. By the third wing, I voluntarily called it. While I might have been able to get a couple more down my throat, there was no way I was finishing 12. I did not use any bleu cheese or ranch dressing for two reasons: (1) I can't stand the taste of either one; and (2) it just adds unnecessary calories for me. Yeah yeah, I know you might be thinking "Aaron, you're already eating wings fried in oil...why count calories anymore?" But hey, it's just me. And like I said, I don't like bleu cheese or ranch anyway.
In any event, I'll be back one day to try this again. The wings were OK, with nice flavor. And yes, they have more than El Jefe for the wing flavors, so no worries there. This is basically one of those small, more intimate bar settings (at least more so than a place like Buffalo Wild Wings), and I'm not really a fan of bars in general. Don't get me wrong...this is not a bad place to go to, but all I know is I'm only coming back for the El Jefe wing challenge. And when that bit of nostalgia is done and over with, I would be even more unlikely to return.
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