Prince’s Hot Chicken in Nashville

Why he looks like Aquaman remains a mystery

I took a pal’s advice and tried Prince’s hot chicken on the Nashville trip. Good stuff. It’s coated in cayenne pepper and lard, breaded, fried, and served on a slice of white bread with hamburger pickles. We had the mild and medium. The kids could handle mild. Medium was enough to get me a little teary by the end.

If you go, be aware that the ordering process ain’t KFC. You walk up to a window and order. Cash only. I didn’t order drinks, but I’m not sure they sell any, which is probably why there’s a Coke machine inside the restaurant.

After you pay you get a number and you wait for your number to be called. On a Friday night I waited an hour. There are a half dozen tables, but don’t count on getting one. Figure on getting takeout. Luckily I knew about the wait and was planning on taking the food back to the familia, who were playing in the pool at the hotel.

But it’s darned good chicken. Now that I’ve had the original there are other hot chicken places in Nashville I’d like to try next time.

Steve K. clued me in to the fact that Yo Le Tenga has a series of songs that are tributes to Nashville hot chicken.

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