Born in the inferno, seared over flames hotter than any earthly grill, these aren't just burgers; they're cursed creations, contraband relic forged in hell’s own flames. Every bite drips with molten spice, a dangerous heat that scars the soul as much as it satisfies the flesh.
This trio of forbidden burgers have been smuggled past the hordes of demons and hellhounds, stolen from the very depths of hell, and delivered straight into your hands.
It’s contraband cuisine so dangerously, recklessly, painfully delicious you’ll know — you’re eating something that was never supposed to escape the underworld
Meet the Unholy Trinity – three sliders so dangerous, you’ll need to sign a waiver before you even sink your teeth in. One mild. One hot. One straight from hell.
This is contraband cargo, smuggled straight outta the pit of fire and unleashed for the brave (or the stupid).
Hellhound lures you in with smoky BBQ swagger and a sly chipotle bite.
Mad Hyde cranks the dial to insanity with 109,000 Scovilles of sweet-meets-smoke punishment.
And then there’s Soul Reaper coated in barrel-aged Carolina Reaper fury.
Bone shaking. Tongue-melting. Skull-rattling. Zero mercy.
This isn’t just food – it’s theatre served on a tray.
Waivers, fire, bragging rights, and your shot at eternal glory on the Wall of the Damned.
Welcome to Hell... we've been expecting you.
Every Death Wish challenger must sign the Infernal Customs Declaration before taking a bite.
No paperwork, no Death Wish.
It’s part of the theatre—Hell’s checkpoint on your way to glory.
Conquer the Soul Reaper and you don’t just eat—you ascend. Your face goes up on the Wall of the Damned, eternal proof you danced with fire and survived.
If you join Bite Club, you will earn double points, and snag rewards faster.
