My friend Dave attempted the ghost pepper wings at that pub on Maple last year. I mean, he was sweating buckets and his face turned the color of a tomato, idk how he managed it. He described his vision going all blurry halfway through, but he powered through the whole plate. Maybe it's just me, but watching him frantically chug milk afterward was almost funnier than the actual eating. He still brings it up whenever someone mentions spicy food, like it was this legendary conquest.