I remember the first time I ate hot chicken in Nashville. Well, sort of. It was 2am and I had spent most of the evening at my favourite honky-tonk on Broadway, Robert's Western World. Robert's is one of the last true honky-tonks in America and it's a must-visit, bucket-list kind of place. Time seems to stand still in that bar, and it's quite easy to lose track of it. Trust me, I've been hundreds of times; I now live right around the corner. It's a magical place to say the least.
After a good, hard night of old country music, Jameson shots and cheap American beer, your belly is screaming for something to soak up all that action. In Nashville you don't have a whole lot of eating choices at that hour, but those in the know head straight to Prince's Hot Chicken Shack. The line is insane at 2am. The people-watching alone is worth the trek into a pretty rough part of town at a pretty rough time of day. But this is all part of the hot-chicken experience.
The first time I ate at Prince's I went for it. I honestly didn't know any better and was feeling like the Incredible Hulk thanks to my evening at Robert's. The thing about hot chicken is that it's tricky. Most of us who eat spicy food as a hobby are used to the immediate burn of fresh chilli. This kind of burn is instantaneous and goes away after a little crying. Hot chicken is about the cayenne powder - it travels through the blood stream like a snake in the grass; you never see that bite coming until you step on it. When that cayenne hits your brain, you're taken to another realm of reality. Time stops, your ears start to ring, your vision blurs, your left arm starts to tingle and voices are just mumbled distractions in the distance. Hot chicken makes you hallucinate.
I suppose that's why I like it so much. It's a total out-of-body experience for a few minutes if you go for the hottest they make. The chicken becomes more a form of weird pleasure and entertainment than just filling your tummy because you're drunk and hungry. I can tell you one thing, though: that was my first experience and I've been hooked ever since that foggy following morning.
This was 10 years ago and the Nashville hot-chicken trend hadn't really caught on yet. There were only two places to get it back then. Bolton's Spicy Chicken & Fish served fantastic hot fish and chicken in a cinder-block building in East Nashville and then there was the original, of course, Prince's. The story of Prince's is pretty awesome: the recipe started out as punishment for a guy who had been misbehaving. Turns out he loved it so much that he opened Prince's and the rest is history.
These days in Nashville there are several restaurants that specialise in hot chicken and just about every chef in town riffs on it in some form or fashion, myself included - it's hard not to. One of my secrets is to leave the chicken in the flour mixture overnight because I like the way it adheres to the skin, and when you cook it, the skin almost turns into crackling.
Hot chicken speaks of the culture, it belongs to Nashville - a special place where we have our own way of doing things. Hot chicken is the perfect metaphor.
Nashville hot chicken
Start this recipe at least a day ahead to bring and rest the chicken.