We might share a name with him, but writer Neal Pollack gets on our nerves sometimes. The guy is just so damn… we don’t know… Precious? Yeah, precious.
But, however, his essay about a Nashville fried chicken restaurant is right. damn. on.
According to Roadfood, Prince’s Hot Chicken Shack offers birds that are “relatively dry and ferociously seasoned down to the bone; and their crust, which strips off in luxurious patches that are equal measures crunch and chew, is radiant with red-orange spice. It’s salty but not throat-parching; and the miracle of it is that the flavor of plush chicken imbued with plenty of natural schmaltz (chicken fat) bursts right through the heat.”
Sounds good to us.