Across from the Fremont Abbey, appropriately enough, is a Mexican restaurant with a name that translates to “Sin Well”: Pecado Bueno.
Sin well you will when tempted by a “fire and ice” experience at this new outpost from a co-founder of Taco del Mar. The ice is in the margaritas, which are made from scratch with equal parts of El Jimador tequila, triple sec, and lime juice. What’s sinful is that they’re just three dollars apiece–all day, every day.
You’ll need food to sustain your drinking. Pecado Bueno offers typical Mexican fare, from chips and salsa to tacos and taquitos to burritos and quesadillas. The menu advertises a quest for sustainable seafood and hormone-free meats, while vegetarians (and non-vegetarians, too) will enjoy the option of roasted butternut squash as a tasty filling in the dishes.
You’ll find fire in a few places at Pecado Bueno. First, there’s an actual fire in the form of a fire pit on the front patio which will likely draw crowds, even on cool nights. For your food, there’s fire at the little salsa bar with a range of options from pineapple-mango pico de gallo to a hot habanero salsa.
If you’re a true chili-head, that habanero salsa’s still a little mild. For fiery heat, look for the special Diablo hot sauce. Dispensed with an eyedropper, the liquid is basically straight-up pepper oil, with relatively little flavor. I put a drop on a finger (“don’t touch my eyes, don’t touch my eyes”) and then licked it off. I experienced a slow, long burn on the tongue, though nothing too traumatic. Only after I touched my tongue to the roof of my mouth, triggering saliva dispersal, did I notice an intense sensation, a momentarily feeling of penetrating burn. Nothing nasal or down the throat, but heat throughout my mouth. I then drizzled some Diablo on a tortilla chip, but I had no subsequent problems with the hot sauce. I completely conquered it, and enjoyed the experience.
So what does Pecado Bueno’s hot sauce teach us about sex?
It’s all about consent as part of the path to pleasure.
To get a taste of that Diablo hot sauce, you first need to sign a consent form. The “Unconditional Waiver and Hold-Harmless Stipulation” explains that Pecado Bueno has no tolerance for whining, whimpering, sobbing, and weeping, and that the consumer “agrees to hold the ownership, management and employees of Pecado Bueno utterly without blame for any discomfort, pain, first, second or third degree burns, ruined mascara, and/or loss of self-esteem and/or respect from one’s peers resulting from ingestion” of the hot sauce.
Okay, it’s a gimmicky form, as the letterhead reads Diablo, Sloth, Lucifer & Venal as the attorneys at law. But it illustrates the importance of giving and gaining consent as a prelude to what is hopefully a pleasurable experience.
It’s the same with sex.
Let’s be clear: Sex without consent is sexual assault.
I believe consent means mutual agreement with enthusiasm and a desire for pleasure. This doesn’t happen when someone is unsure, pressured, passed out, or under the influence of alcohol or other drugs.
Sadly, there are high rate of sexual harassment, abuse, and assault in our society. These problems are everywhere. Just look at the current allegations against Herman Cain, Republican team, and Jerry Sandusky, Penn State football team.
There’s a stronger need than ever to learn to respect your partner, communicate effectively, and get to a mutual yes when it comes to sex. To do that, sex educators like me are working to make communication fun and consent sexy.
At Pecado Bueno, the consent form is plenty fun and the hot sauce pretty sexy–if you’re into the pleasure and pain of the experience.
First published in Seattle Weekly’s Voracious on November 17, 2011.