I, like most of the people in this country, except this guy, had more than my fill of turkey last Thursday. But, the day before Thanksgiving, it was another bird that I was after. Visiting my sister in Nashville, I knew my trip wouldn't be complete without dining at the legendary, Prince Hot Chicken Shack. Despite our imminent date with a deep fried turkey, my sister was a good sport and took me to Prince's the day before Thanksgiving.Since this was to be probably my one and only time at Prince's,
I decided to jump into the deep end and order their extra-hot half chicken (all the chicken is battered and fried). I waited patiently in line, reached the order window and said, "one half chicken, extra-hot please."
The lady at the window responded, "Have you ever had the extra-hot before?"
Me: "No"
Her: "Well, then today's not going to be the day that you do. It's too hot for someone who doesn't know what they're getting into."
I stood, dumbfounded, but recovered and assured her that I could certainly handle the extra-hot.
She replied, "It ain't hot like tabasco sauce or a jalapeno, that there is child's play, you'll be lucky if you can even handle the medium."
Not looking to start any trouble, but not wanting the trip to be complete waste, I bargained with her a little and she let me walk away with the merely hot chicken.
And, hot it was. Not incendiary, but a long and lingering heat, inescapable as the sauce and grease coated everything within a three foot radius of me. Delicious, crispy, very well seasoned skin and moist meat rounded out the experience. Unfortunately, Prince's does not serve beer. But, luckily Nashville has some great watering holes and we had no problem finding some local brews from Yazoo and Boscos. The Germantown Alt at Boscos really hit the spot.


