A buddy of mine who works at East Coast Grill had been hounding me for months to give Hell Night a try at ECG. He knew about my weakness for hotter-than-hades peppers and the like, and encouraged me to get a reservation. Hell Night is basically a niche-market promotion/party/sweatfest that encourages diners to eat some really, really spicy food.
About a week ago, he mentioned to me that a couple early tables were still available for this go-round and I decided to give it a shot. After checking out some reviews of the hell pasta and insane drinks (one guy passed out on the way to the bathroom after taking a nuclear tequila shot — scotch bonnet peppers left in a vat of jose cuervo for a week), we decided that proper attire would be in order.