If your idea of a challenge is a sandwich that pushes you into survival mode while eating, I’ve got you covered. In Los Angeles, California, I came across a chili honey glazed chicken sandwich that has absolutely zero interest in being neat.
The first bite is almost peaceful. Sweet, soft, even a little too calm.
Then the chili heat hits, the honey glaze starts sliding everywhere, and suddenly I’m not eating anymore. I’m managing damage control. Hands sticky, sauce running, napkins disappearing fast, and my shirt quietly becoming part of the experience…