"The name pretty much sums it up. This no-frills storefront in Nob Hill sells two things: hot sauce and fried chicken wings to go. There are no seats, no waiters, and they encourage you to bring your own water, because you might need it. If you’re feeling flirty, try the Buffalo; if you’re feeling adventurous, aim for Earl’s; and if you’re feeling reckless, try the Ghost Pepper wings, made with Carolina Reapers. The menu brags about the Reaper’s 1.4 million “scoville heat units” - a measure of spice (in comparison, Jalapeños are in the low thousands, Habañeros closer to 300,000.) You may need more than just water: Don’t say you haven’t been warned." - Sam Chapple-Sokol