Hot, Hotter, and Nuclear

A friend of mine and I had dinner tonight at the Buffalo Wild Wings in downtown Ann Arbor. I love wings, but for whatever reason, I had never been there before. The restaurant offers a wide range of sauces, so my friend and I decided to try some of their hotter varieties. Lots of places claim to have hot wings, but usually, the wings are pretty tame. We started with the "Hot" sauce, and it was very tasty and reasonably hot. After we finished those up, my friend then starts eating one of their hottest wings ("Blazin"), and says, "This isn't too bad, unless there's a delayed reaction." He starts munching on the next one, and said that it still wasn't too bad. Fifteen seconds later, he's sweating as the full impact of the sauce sets in. I join in on the Blazin wings, and wow, did that sauce have a kick or what? I'm thinking, "this isn't too bad, I can deal with this." And then halfway into my second wing, the heat rose exponentially, and my mouth declared a five-alarm fire. So good, and yet so insanely hot. Both of us were laughing so hard at how hot the wings were. If you like good wings, I definitely recommend that you try this place out. Just be warned that the Blazin wings are pretty hot!