I used to work at a swanky five-star hotel where we had a tradition of making a massive Christmas pudding every year. This pudding was huge, ginormous, and heavy enough to make even the strongest of people break a sweat. It was the size of a sleeping Labrador dog, and it was doused with alcohol and set ablaze. A waiter would then take it out to the dimly lit restaurant for the customers to be in awe. Smaller personal Christmas puddings were made to serve to the customers, but the special effect pudding was the star of the show.
One year, things didn’t go as planned, and it was a “flaming hot mess.” As usual, the giant pudding was generously doused with alcohol and set ablaze. A new waiter heaved the huge pudding aloft and set off into the restaurant so the customers could gaze at it. But, as he approached the table where he was to lay the pudding, he stumbled and lost his footing. The pudding bounded onto the long table and began to roll along the table amid the screams of the terrified customers. All decorum was cast asunder as the customers jumped back, scrambling to get out of the way of the flaming pudding rolling towards them. The legendary screams were worthy of a horror movie, and the staff fumbled, trying to stop the flaming pudding while evading the flames.
Eventually, they stopped it and put out the flames, but the scene that unfolded was nothing short of chaos. Shellshocked, the customers were told to return to their seats and resume their meal. But the giant flaming Christmas Pudding never appeared again, and the staff made sure that they never let anything like that happen again. It was a memorable incident, and people still talk about it to this day.