So this happened to me. I’m at lunch celebrating a good friend/co-worker. Thai food. Not in my wheel-house, but When in Rome. Or Bangkok. I zeroed in on something that sounded like chicken fajitas with noodles. Chicken, onions, and peppers. Simple, though I have no recollection what the actual name of the dish was. As I’m ordering, I’m asked “How hot?”
“What number? 0 to 10.”
“4.” My friend (we've worked together for over 13 years) shakes her head ominously. “Let's go with a 2.”
“2” was still a little too spicy.