I was asked for a detailed post about trying the impossible hot fried noodles... The levels of spice that Pak Han offered for his meals were none, a little, medium, normal, and a lot. The first time I ate his fried rice I ordered normal spice. I nearly died. For probably the next two weeks I either ordered no spice of a little spice. But soon I regained my courage and was ready to try more spice. So I ordered fried noodles with medium spice, and once again I couldn't handle it. I dropped back down to a little spice for another two weeks. Then my taste buds started to toughen up. I tried fried noodles with medium spice again, and I could handle it. Then I tried them with normal spice, and I could also handle it. Finally, I tried them with a lot of spice, and surprisingly I could handle it. But it wasn't without cost. My mouth was on fire, I was crying, sweating, shaking, panting. It took minutes for the pain to start to subside. And then later that night the spice ...