Day Four - Prince's Hot Chicken

We woke up in the stinky Memphis motel, went to another wonderful dog park, and set course for Nashville. Hart made it clear - he did not want to go to the Country Music HOF. He could not care less about Hatch Show Print, and he probably couldn't get into Tootsie's. But, he made it equally clear - if he was in Tennessee, he was going to Prince's Hot Chicken Shack.

I went in 2008...got the medium. It was fr***in hot, but so delicious, I couldn't stop eating. That spice blend is wonderful - just super yummy.

Lars went a couple of years ago - he got the medium, and said "yeah, that was pretty hot." If you know his spice "thing," you know that means it was off the charts.

Hart was determined to try it...but agreed with me to go the mild route. The line was long, the shack was hot, the crowd was diverse....and then, there was chicken...

See how happy he is up there? See the absolute determination to murder this meal and get his cred? Well, we did a great job, and  yeah, the mild was pretty durn hot. I had most of the meat, he had most of the skin, bread, and pickles. It is that bite - where you get the amazing spice of the skin with the wonderful juiciness of the meat - that makes this whole pilgrimage worth it. It was a hedonistic spice riot...and it almost beat H...

The Aftermath

 But he rebounded and was licking his finger for a full hour after. This is good. This is destination-worthy food.

That was the big experience of the day - we pushed north to Franklin, Kentucky to a hotel that, compared to the Stinky Elvis hotel, seemed like the 4 seasons.

Here's Hart: It was spiceygoodness. One word. That's all I got.