Left to right: Me trying to quickly chew wing meat; finishing the last wing; posing with the Buffalo Wild Wing’s bison mascot.
Okay. Admittedly a large number of hardcore chileheads and elite wing fanatics would not think that the Buffalo Wild Wings Blazin’ Challenge is much of a chore. It’s deemed more of an arduous task by the general populace who may look up to this as the pinnacle of a gutsy soul possessing true bravado, taste buds of steel and a Teflon stomach. Flame fans in the know certainly know of far more serious and hotter contests much as the infamous Defcon Deathmatches, which make the fiery Blazin’ Sauce used in BWW’s contest look like Tabasco in comparison.
But for me, this was more symbolic than anything. As a burgeoning chilehead in 2004 – 2005, I quickly got myself acclimated to Buffalo Wild Wings’ searing heat. At the time I thought the estimated 200,000 – 350,000 Scoville Heat Units was mind-blowing for a heavy wing sauce, and always prided myself in finishing a dozen traditional or boneless wings drenched in the stuff (in BWW’s restaurant lingo, they were ordered “extra wet”). Around the time I conquered this “milestone” I became interested in trying my hand the Blazin’ Challenge. Much to my dismay, the St. Louis metro-area BWW locations sharply discontinued the Challenge right around the same time frame, and victory over this vanished from my reach…