Well, Ort., to be honest, I did not enjoy a FULL SERVING of any one of the chilis, not even the best of them. In fact there were a couple that I and my fellow judges were happy to simply put on the tongue, but not swallow, like wine tasters sometimes do. Also, remember that we’re in New England, where even the hottest chili tends to be what a Tex Mex or New Mex cook would consider barely two-alarm. Still, I did eat more than a fair share. Oddly enough, when the chili tasting was over I found myself craving hamburgers. Plain, cheap, skinny hamburgers of the sort you get from a street cart. Three of those and a couple of Pepsis were just what the doctor ordered.