Prince's Hot Chicken - Nashville TN

Here's my latest Hot Chicken story. Last week I finally had the chance to head down to Nashville to eat some hot chicken. I was supposed to fly to Nashville on the first flight of the last Wednessday. On the way to the airport though my engine decided to blow up. Evidently the piston actually cracked thorugh the engine block. Needless to say, I didn't make that flight. I was however able to reschedule for the 6pm flight out of Philly. With an estimated arrival time of 8:15pm, it would leave me plenty of time to get some hot chicken before Prince's closed at 10pm. I arrived at the airport around 5:00pm and saw that my flight was already delayed 30 minutes. Ok, no problem. That would still put me into Nashville early enough. We boarded at around 7:20pm and everything was looking good. That's when it all started to fall apart. My plane We ended up sitting on the runway for about 1.5 hours. My dream of eating Prince's Hot Chicken was starting to fading away. Eventually we did take off and touched down in Nashville at 9:25pm. I quickly whipped out my phone, called Prince's and ordered a half-chicken hot and a leg quarter extra hot. I was in business. I ran from the gate to rental car area, rented my car and arrived at Prince's at 9:55pm...strong work. I paid for my chicken and then drove over to my hotel where I proceeded to indulge in the greatest fried chicken Earth has to offer. Though this was my taste of the "extra-hot" I was able to power through it with no problem. that was not case when I returned the next day.
Day two: Once you get the taste of hot chicken on your lips you can't stop thinking about it and the only logical thing is to go back. And go back I did. Not being to wait for dinner, I decided to hit Prince's for lunch the next day. Feeling invincible, I decided to just jump into a extra-hot leg quarter and some fries. After 30 minutes my order was up and I walked up to the counter to get my chicken. A nice little lady gave me the chicken but then said with a grin "Good luck!". I smiled back and thanked her. It was then that I looked down and saw the deep dark red of my chicken. I was in trouble. I brought my order back to my table and started eating. It was hot. It was extra hot. Holy cow, I started to doubt if I was going to be able to finish it or not. The problem is that it is so darn good that once it hits your lips you just can't stop. The only way to cool the burn is to eat more. I'll spare you the details but needless to say, I made it through lunch but my battle was far from over. In all seriousness I think I gave myself an ulcer that day. ...ha, but nothing that 6 weeks of Prilosec can't cure! I can't wait to go back!