…Clams Pad Cha all but exploded when it was set down on the table. Actually, it was pretty deceptive when it first hit my mouth but by the time I swallowed my heart was racing and I was sweating through my entire scalp. Even the missus with her asbestos-lined tongue was forced to take recourse to some plain white rice to calm things down. It was so hot that when we brought the leftovers home I asked her to take the rest for lunch the next day so I wouldn’t die. But man, it was good.