Another beauty. This one from
Chuan Wei Nio Rou Mian in Kaohsiung. Sichuan style = hot as a motherfucker. I'll let the photo speak for itself.
I started to sweat the moment our waitress plunked down the fuming vat before me. Five bites into it, I could no longer feel my tongue. Taiwanese people love this kind of self-torment: customers kept filing into the shop - perhaps a hardware store or an antiques dealer in a past life, with shelving cleared away to make room for a dozen small tables - and entirely disregarded the lack of air conditioning or any sort of fan.
But oh man oh man was it delicious. Finished the entire bowl, every last drop. Good flavor, excellent noodles. The soup had just enough sweetness to make the searing pain of Sichuan red pepper tolerable, delicious even. I will return.