It's all been leading up to this, folks.
This is the nadir.
This should be the epitaph for the "Nashville Hot" craze.
The city of Nashville should be entitled to reparations.
This had no heat. None. Zero. Zip. Nada.
It tasted of shrimp, rice, cream cheese, and mayo.
Which is to say, not necessarily bad.
But holy shit. How ANYONE could call this Nashville Hot is mind-boggling.
I have had many insipid items over the years that have co-opted the name.
But nothing one-tenth as bland and boring as this.
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