Our conversation at the Great Dane was cruising along. I was making a point about something that I don't recall, because it was really unimportant because of what happened next. (That, and our food was about to arrive.) I was slightly interrupted by Jim's cough, only to notice a slight tickle in the back of my own throat. It wasn't yet unbearable to cough myself. But, it was then I noticed that everyone in the restaurant was coughing. Really. Everyone started coughing. We spent ten seconds looking around, watching everyone reach for their water & beers, taking sips and struggling to contain the mini-pandemic of coughing. Just then, our food arrived along with the news that cooks in the downstairs kitchen were grounding dried habanero chiles for their hot wing sauce) and forgot to close the door. The fine grounds filled the restaurant and the backs of our throats. The staff scurried to the windows and doors, opening them as wide as possible. Within minutes the air was clear and we were left enjoying our food. Some left, but most stayed and simply enjoyed another beer.
I'm curious as to what protective gear must be worn by those hadling the peppers if simple airbourne powder could affect an entire dining room?







