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Seafood
One shake and everything changes: coarse red flakes, toasted chilis, smoked paprika, sea salt, a whisper of garlic and citrus peel. It hits the grill with the fish and the smoke grabs it like gasoline. Ten seconds later you’ve got blistering heat, deep smoky flavor, and a bright kick that cuts straight through brine and fat.
Sprinkle it on raw oysters → instant fire.
Dust it on octopus tentacles before the coals → they taste like they fought back and lost.
Coat prawns, crab legs, whole fish → the shell turns black, the meat stays sweet, and every bite carries that signature DragonWalk smoke-and-chili punch.
No weak sauces needed. No apologies.
Just pure, savage flavor that makes seafood taste like it was always meant to be eaten by dragons.
Steaks
It’s the chili powder that turns a great steak into a war crime against blandness.
Dry-brine your ribeye with it for an hour or hit it right before the flames. Either way, when that crust slams the screaming-hot cast iron or open coals, the DragonWalk ignites. Bark goes midnight black, smoke explodes, heat blooms slow and mean. First bite is salt and char, then the chili wave crashes in deep, smoky, spicy, never sweet.
Fat renders, spice sticks, juices run red. Every slice tastes like the cow lost a fight with a volcano.
No steak sauce. No resting politely.
Just DragonWalk chili powder and fire.
One shake and meat remembers who rules the food chain.
Drinks
It’s the chili powder that turns tequila into a weapon.
Open the bag: toasted arbol and guajillo, smoked sea salt, cracked black pepper, a razor of lime peel and dark coffee. Zero sugar, zero mercy.
Hit the rim of your glass and the salt sticks like blood on a blade. One lick before the shot and it’s already burning: smoke, heat, salt, citrus sting. Then the blanco (or reposado if you’re feeling regal) slams down clean. The DragonWalk lining your lips detonates on the finish—slow chili fire crawling up the back of your throat while the agave tries to run.
Straight shot → instant war cry.
Sangrita → turns it demonic.
Paloma → the grapefruit begs for mercy.
No weak tajín knockoffs. No candy sweetness.
Just pure DragonWalk rim: smoky, salty, spicy heat that makes every sip of tequila taste like it was distilled in hell and aged in defiance.
One rim and the bottle submits.
Knock it back like you mean it.