Prince’s Hot Chicken Part Deux

It’s been at least a month since Prince’s Hot Chicken last eviscerated my gastrointestinal tract. Like I said before, I knew that the chicken was good after the first bite, shortly before it scorched my insides. So to test my hypothesis, I returned to try their “mild” variety of chicken. Chris–who came along last time and instantly crapped out their “hot” variety–and his buddy Kurt were also along for the return trip.

The mild fried chicken was just as I suspected: crisp even after a 10 minute return trip, moist, and just spicy enough to give my taste buds a little tingle like it was saying “Oh, herro.” We all thoroughly enjoyed the fried chicken because it was prepared perfectly and because it didn’t demolish our guts. That is, until the next day, when I got a visit by the tabasco rim-job fairy. Oh well, at least this time I didn’t have to sprint for dear life to make it to the bathroom. I’ll refrain from writing that story for the sake of TMI (too much information).

Oh, and I’ve yet to find sides at Prince’s that I like. I got the cole slaw this time and it tasted like shredded leaves in buttermilk sauce. I don’t think the potato salad I had last time was all that great, either. If I go again, I’d probably get sides from somewhere else.

Prince Hot Chicken Shack

123 Ewing Dr

Nashville, TN‎

(615) 226-9442‎

McDougal’s

Sometimes I have an urge to eat fried chicken. When I say sometimes, I mean a lot of times. I could regale you with professions of my love for fried chicken–especially chicken fingers–but I’ll keep this post pretty basic. My brain has hit its mental capacity and can’t turn out any more dry wit. Well, it’s usually a hit or miss anyway.

I tried to stay healthy–well, as far as eating fried chicken goes, anyway–by ordering a buffalo chicken sandwich with a side of fries. The pickles and lettuce make me feel like I’m only gonna suffer a single bypass rather than a quadruple bypass in the near future. In the past, I used to order their chicken finger basket, which came with three chicken fingers, fries, and Texas (read: buttered and fat) toast. Not a single shred of vegetable matter.

Anywhoo, the sandwich was a little hard to handle, as trying to eat it with one hand (the other one was busy chasing each bite with fries) only allowed me to grip one of the two chicken fingers. Having the other strip plop out wasn’t too bothersome, though. What I like about the chicken here is that they manage to fry up thick strips of white meat without drying the chicken out; and the chicken isn’t kept moist from grease, either. It might actually be a subtle amount of chicken juice keeping the meat moist. Mmm…chicken juice.

I’m not a big fan of the fries, but the chicken makes up for it; I’m not that fond of side dishes anyway.

They also gave us free frozen yogurt afterwards, which can do no harm.

McDougal’s Village Coop

2115 Belcourt Ave

Nashville, TN‎

(615) 383-3005‎