My SS is from New Jersey and is a graduate of Monmouth College. He sent along a condiment that is a staple of all Fighting Scots (cool name) from JR's West End called Fire Sauce. JR's West End is apparently the place to go for late night eats and hungover breakfast. Fire Sauce compliments any dish served there.

After ripping away the outside box, I found myself looking at a well-taped Styrofoam cooler perfect for a day-long fishing trip filled with brewskis. I finally broke into the cooler to find a bottle of sauce that is wrapped and taped in what looks like bubble wrap filled with water. I can only assume that it was once an ice-pack that lost all of its cold temperature.

A nice letter from my SS explained to me that JR's sold their infamous sauce, but only in unsealed and unlabeled bottles. He took a chance in sending me a bottle, but I was slightly concerned about how long the sauce sat at room temperature.

I put the sauce in the fridge and awaited for an opportunity to try it out despite any concerns I may have had. Heating up some chicken nuggets, it was time to put Fire Sauce to the test. The taste of Fire Sauce, to me, was a combination of mayo and hot sauce. There wasn't a huge heat kick, but it was noticeable. I dislike the taste of mayo and wasn't sure I liked Fire Sauce, but I did find myself going back to try it again and again. I can see it being addicting if I was even a bit intoxicated.

If Fire Sauce is indeed a mayo base, I think the eggs in it (that possibly went bad) turned on me hours later. I'll spare the details, but it wasn't pretty and it was pretty painful. I thought a picture of me sitting on the toilet would be funny, but finally decided it would be inappropriate.

Anyway, thanks to my SS for letting me try a local favorite. However, I think I'll have to pass on the rest of the bottle.