Ter threw down the gauntlet and I accepted the challenge - a contest to see if either of us could eat a mess of Dead Parrot Wings and live to tell the tale.The venue was the Lazy Flamingo, home of the world famous grouper sandwich, and the sense-searing wings to which we had subjected ourselves on previous trips to Captiva.
Sure, it started out all smiles. The lingering aftermath was not quite so pleasant.
I know we said they were so hot we'd wait 25 years to do it again, but don'cha get a craving?
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