I was in Wisconsin, (or was it Michigan) on a job working outside all day in the middle of winter.
By the end of the day we needed food and alcohol.
We found a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere, ordered some beers, and began looking at the menu.
There was a buzz going on in the restaurant: The chilli, the chilli, have you tried the chilli? Omg the chilli! The chilli!!!!!
Our waitress came back and asked what we'll have.
I said, obviously, I guess we need to have the chilli.
I mean hell, freezing our butts off all day, wet gloves sticking to arctic cold steel, and noses turning black from frostbite (not really, but damn close), chilli sounded like just what the doctor ordered.
What arrived smelled like chilli, because it was obviously laden with chilli powder, but how it actually appeared looked more like yesterday's spaghetti sauce and noodles all stirred together with chilli powder.
Never seen such **** in all my life.
We ate it because we were hungry, but in my book, I'd hardly call it chilli.
But after talking to a bunch of people around the area the next day, it seems to be that that's the norm for the region.
Speaking of spaghetti.....
Did you know there's such a thing as white people spaghetti, and black people spaghetti?
I learned this from a black friend of mine.
White people spaghetti is the noodles on the plate with sauce ladled on the top.
Black people spaghetti is the sauce with the noodles all stirred in.
(At least this is what he swore by)
