First and foremost I'd like to clarify that this is not a food review- personally I couldn't critic food that I wouldn't have half a chance at making well.
Anyway, I've been in Melbourne for about a week now and luckily for me I have plenty of family friends to show me the ins and outs of city and suburban life.
Although I was born in Melbourne and have been periodically visiting for many years, I would have to say this is by far the most cultured and enriching holiday that I've had here so far.
My twin sister and I scoured the city for three days, exploring hidden alleyways and discovering amazing little cafes, restaurants and coffee shops - and are yet to be disappointed.
When comparing Melbourne to Perth it is almost like being in a different country with the only advantage being our ability to speak English.
After this hectic time in the city we made our way down to the suburbs where we took advantage of various friends places. Our time here was definitely my favourite as we got to experience what it would be like to actually live here - And I'm still contemplating whether in reality I could do it or not.
Regardless, we visited the Dandenong Ranges, Rhododendron Gardens, Grants Picnic Grounds, Silvan Tulip Farm, Chadstone Shopping Centre, Monash University,and countless other places. Yet one of the most traumatic and definitely instilled memories of this trip would be the hot wings challenge at Crazy Wing, a franchise across Melbourne and Sydney.
My twin sister, two other friends and I took it upon ourselves to take on this challenge. My logic was that coming from a Sri Lankan descent- chilli wouldn't have anything on me.
I was wrong.
Wrong Decision Number 1. I chose to go third and acted as a tortured victim as I witnessed two friends go before me and almost literally set fire to their souls.
Wrong Decision Number 2. We chose to take on the Crazy Wings challenge half way through our meal which after eating only a bite of the wings and consuming countless glasses of water and a bottle of soy milk (best remedy) we consequently lost our appetite.
Wrong Decision Number 3.
After watching the said two friends take hideously large bites, I thought to be tactical I'd take a series of small bites. However I don't think there is a right way to avoid the horrific dimensions of this undefinable spice sensation.
In all honesty the term spice does not do this experience any justice; there should probably be a new word created under the English language to help me out here.
Wrong Decision Number 4.
Taking this challenge in the first place.
If any of you chose to ever participate in what I think should be illegal challenge and somehow think that I am over-exaggerating, I implore you to tell me how you did it.
Unless you do not have taste buds, if you are left unaffected by the Crazy Wings Challenge then you will be dubbed as superhuman; it would be the only plausible explanation.
However, our generation seems to be obsessed with pushing our limits and achieving the seemingly impossible so don't be discouraged.
This experience provided us with priceless memories and more importantly- video footage and proved significant enough for me to write about it.