Prince's Hot Chicken Shack

So a buddy of mine, John, sent me a picture of a piece of chicken he was eating from this place. Then he brought me one, as he was driving through the Gump. It was amazing. I knew I had to stop by Prince's the next time I came through Nashville. You can find Prince's Hot Chicken Shack on Urbanspoon, and read some reviews (including mine) there.  I can't really begin to describe how amazing this was, and how terrifying it was.  We ate there on Saturday, coming back from the annual Turkey Day Week pilgrimage to Kentucky.

I'm gonna post my short statement on this chicken here. My only issue with Prince's is that the restaurant itself didn't seem to have a/c.  Eating in Nashville, in November, doesn't usually warrant a need for a/c, but this chicken will prove otherwise.


Prince's Hot Chicken Shack was terrifying. There are four levels of spice: mild, medium, hot and extra hot. I ordered hot. The chicken was fresh out of the fryer, so the temperature was hot as well. It was so spicy that: (1) it broke me out... and I have spots on my face;
(2) it gave me more chest hair while simultaneously removing all the hair off my hind parts;
(3) my lips are still chapped;
(4) my hands are chapped;
(5) I stood outside, in the 40 degree (windy) weather, with my face in the wind, eating this chicken, and still sweated through four shirts;
(6) I drank three diet cokes, two waters and had an ice cream, and still burned all the way back to Montgomery;  and
(7) it's been two days, and every time I burp I set something on fire, and my bladder currently dispenses napalm.

I can't wait to go back. :-)