Why In-N-Out offers chili peppers upon request is beyond me. At least now they come two at a time in a cute little packet. When I used to work there I had to stick my hand in a 3 gallon tub we kept in the refrigerator and throw them in a plastic ramekin. I don’t understand the connection between burgers and chili peppers. I understand it when they’re sliced and placed inside the burger (Burnin’ Love Burger at Red Robin), but as a side dish it makes no sense to me. That being said, I ate my Double Double with a side of chilies today. Spicy food is a phenomenon that eludes my understanding altogether. I don’t like the taste of spice (I’m talking about hot spice, not flavorful spice) but I eat it often. It has nothing to do with bringing out the flavor of the main dish as some would reason. And I know exactly why I do it. I feel I have to prove myself. Maybe I feel this way because my dad told me it would put hair on my chest. Maybe it’s because I feel more powerful than those that can’t withstand the heat. Whatever the reason, I can’t help but eat chili peppers when they are placed in front of me.