Taste of Kokomo brings back a little nostalgia for me. Last year was my first time attending the fork-and-knife affair featuring Kokomo’s favorite eats and drinks as the newly-hired Lifestyle Editor for Kokomo Tribune. I browsed through the event with my notepad for story ideas that would embrace Kokomo’s culture of community. One year later, I’ve practiced with the City of Fists Roller Derby, I’ve been a DJ for a day, I’ve witnessed kids accomplish goals that some adults may never set and I’ve been a part of people’s moments to tell a story that, hopefully, inspires people to think of possibilities. I’ve also tried to tell stories from personal experience, not shying away from experiencing it myself in order to bring more clarity and real-life meaning to my notepad scribbling.
So, that brings me to Mulligan’s Sport Pub. The bar and grill has an annual spot in one of Taste of Kokomo’s competitive-eating challenge and this year; and I took a bite out of it. Then, I was immediately moments away from begging for my last rites. It. Was. Rough. The sports pub is hosting the hot wing challenge at Taste of Kokomo. This is what that means: Five souls will race to devour 10 hot (try excruciating hot and flames-from-hell painful) wings slathered with “death sauce.” The sauce is packaged with an adorable little coffin, and let me tell you … You feel like you’re going to need one after you bite into one of these babies.
I sat down at the bar, awaiting these hot wings that taste like they would be on the Grim Reaper’s fave food list. And behind the swinging doors which open and close to Mulligan’s kitchen staff I overheard the following: