Get your head out of the gutter, people. Where did you think I was going with this? I talk food here...for now ;) But make no mistake, we'll be getting allll hot and bothered with Nashville's notorious hot chicken.
I may lift 20 pounds with my arms (#gymlife), but I'm weak when it comes to spicy food. My spice tolerance begins and ends with Taco Bell's nacho fries. Say what you want about me, but damn, those fries are fire.
On my recent trip to Nashville, I knew this tolerance would be tested. This is the birthplace of hot chicken, after all. I'm already tearing up just thinking about my experience.
Since I wanted all the smoke and spice, I tried the alleged originator of Nashville hot chicken, Prince's.
Before I begin, I must clarify something. I didn't eat this chicken willingly. I was perfectly fine with eating my plain chicken tenders. But alas, my sister thought this was a good idea. I got the lite mild chicken seasoning. This is one level above plain.
HOWEVER, I swear they gave me a hotter level. Mr. Prince, you sneaky fox. My mouth was kind of going through it after two bites. I gurgled water every bite even though water does absolutely nothing but swish everything around. How cruel.
Hot chicken is not for me, but congrats to those who find a way to enjoy it.
Let's move on to a place that shattered my Earth in a more positive way.
Holy gravy train. I've never seen anything sexier than this sandwich from Biscuit Love...and I have the privilege of looking at myself in the mirror everyday, sheesh.
Before I got this biscuit, we had to wait patiently for an hour because the line was around the block. While we were hangry, my mother stated this place was just a 'tourist trap.'
I stayed true to my instincts and ensured her this would be worth it. Once the biscuit was in her hands, I didn't hear another peep about a tourist trap. She was too busy admiring the flavors of the fried chicken and gravy and how they worked together with the flaky buttery biscuit.
Pure heaven. This biscuit is the love of my life. And yes, I used a fork and knife to eat this because my mouth is definitely not big enough to take a full bite.
Lastly, I'd like to highlight a life-changing restaurant I tried in Nashville called Monell's. Here, family-style dining meets traditional southern cooking. We went for breakfast and had an absolute feast with staples like fried chicken, pancakes, and eggs and new eats like corn pudding, cheese grits, and peach preserves.
You may notice a lack of food photos here. This is intentional. No phones are supposed to be used inside, and I wanted to be fully engaged in this experience. There's no time to take photos anyways when you're being handed a new bundle of joy (food) every few seconds.
Reader, do you trust me? I sure hope so. We know each other so well. If you're ever in the Nashville area, you better eat at Monell's. You'll be set for the day, which means you can drink all the bushwackers your heart desires.
Cheers to hot chicken, crying inside, and trying new things. Toodle loo!
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