I’ve asked to fix that “Hell Might” to “Hell Night” - and I’m not sure even you could have survived ECG’s Hell Night! My understanding was it was…well, Hell. 
A long-ago write-up linked below. The Wings of Mass Destruction and Pasta From Hell were what I remember reading about most often.
https://gentlemangourmand.typepad.com/reviews/2006/12/east_coast_gril.html
To be clear, I’m not one of those folks who eat chilies for the pain. I don’t snack on ghost peppers for the thrill of it, nor do I understand those bro-dude contests to see who can eat the hottest peppers.
But when a dish is supposed* to be hot, I want it HOT.
*sometimes even if it’s not supposed to be. My mouth, my choice 
Took me a bit to realize what the beings were conversing about. Those flowerliquid-collecting fly-beings create yummy stuff in their hexagon shaped pods.
Time for a recount!
Five years?
Yeah, I thought the same thing - but then realized it was part of the fun. Because that picture is DEFINITELY the 70s!
Even more impressive with 5 spouts. 
The random quotation marks always amuse me — like “fresh” tomatoes. Ummm, what are you trying to tell me here? 
Those disabled elderly pregnant children get all the perks I tell ya!
Cashews could also be turning right.
I stoleded this one.
“Taste Tests Gone Wild!”
