The crispiest skin EVER.
I spent a week in Nashville recently and every time I asked someone where to eat, the answer was "Prince's Hot Chicken." This is not just any fried chicken, but spicy fried chicken, served on a couple slices of wonder bread, with a smattering of pickles on top. The unassuming restaurant is legendary for long waits, but there was no line when I arrived with two friends in the late afternoon. The chicken is fried to order in eight cast-iron skillets; you can get dark or light meat, and just have to decide how much spice you want—mild, medium or hot. I was warned that mild was spicy enough to bring tears--but I think I could have handled medium. The recipe is a closely guarded secret; some say the chicken is brushed with a mixture of lard, cayenne, and other spices as it comes out of the fryer, but I'm content not knowing exactly how it gets it kick. All I know is the next time I'm in Nashville, I'll be at Prince's.
1 The view from outside; Prince's is in a nondescript strip mall 4 miles from downtown Nashville.
2 Dark . . .
3 or light.
4 Order here.
5 The view from our booth right in the window.
