Jalapeño Juice. Tabasco Shake. Wasabi Pop. Ain't none of 'em hellish to me. In fact, if heaven don't have at least one treat laced with wasabi or Tabasco or cayenne peppers, I don't want to go!
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A Man's guide to filling his belly, pickling his liver, and clouding his lungs in Nashville, Middle Tennessee, and parts beyond. "Because no man should settle for light beer, tofu, skim milk, or a restaurant best known for its grilled-chicken salad." Send all comments, questions, suggestions and threats to: NighSeenCreeder@aol.com
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