Ghost Peppas

          I went to Rod Dee 2 with Steph and ordered the drunken noodles, an ill-advised decision to say the least. In short: they dropped me on my ass. I was crying and wiping my nose over and over again within moments of digging in. I attempted to struggle through the dish anyway (the noodles were tasty during rare moments when the spice subsided) and incurred further pain for my efforts. Buyer beware!