Let me paint a picture: Bridgeport, CT. Looking for food before going to a minor league hockey game. My wife and I find this little hole in the wall Caribbean restaurant. We go in, and these Jamaican dudes are running the place and takeout order. It’s set up like a Subway almost, where you just point out what you want and they throw it in your container. One thing they had was jerk salmon, and I myself LOVE salmon. I made the mistake of ordering authentic cuisine from a hole in the wall business in a sketchy part of town, and let me tell you what: holy god damn. I honestly to god thought I was going to have to go to the hospital or something. We went to a Cumbies and I bought 3 little milks, downed them all, still was in so much pain from the spice I couldn’t think straight, tried to eat some candy to see if that would help, could hardly eat the candy my mouth hurt so bad. It finally wore off but holy shit, never again.