Hey Hu:
You won't get ANY complaints from this NY'er about hot food! I don't know, but methinks my father had cajun blood in him or something, because growing up, he cooked just about everything with spice. I like pepper sauce on my eggs and omelettes; adding lots of pepper to my meal (I hold the pepper shaker upside down in my fist and shake like I'm pounding the table with my fist); scoff when people say
pepperoncini is "hot" (I pop those babies in my mouth, whole, and chew them slowly right in front of those people, enjoying the experience and also enjoying the cringing looks on their faces); etc.
My mom, native Irish (straight from the boat, immigrated to the U.S. through Ellis Island in the early 1950s and has her name on the wall there) even acquired a taste for hot food through my dad. When out with extended family members, she likes to "shock" people by popping the whole glob of wasabi paste in her mouth and watching the shocked looks of onlookers.
Those are extreme examples, of course, but me loves me hot food. Dave's Insanity Sauce? Yes!!
-Sean
<-- even had a cook (called "mess specialists" in the Navy) onboard ship that was a genuine cajun, and he cooked some mean jambalaya. I was one of the few non-cajuns that would push to the head of the jambalaya line to be sure I got my serving!