Chasing Heat: Hot Wing Contest Nuclear Meltdown

I met my hot wing match at the Spring Street Bar & Grill Wing Fest contest in Louisville, Ky. One of my favorite pubs in the city put the absolute hurt on me. I managed to eat five of the eight wings, but in the end, millions of Scoville units later, my stomach told me (forcefully) that it was time for me to tap out. Here are some sights and sounds from the contest, which was held May 18.

Read the written account here.