Allow us to add a few dining destinations to the Five-Point Weekend Escape Plan’s recent Nashville recommendations. First, there’s the “crunkest fish in town” at Eastside Fish. Then, for sheer gluttony, there’s the Fat Mo’s burger. For some dive-bar charm and pimento cheese, there’s Rotier’s. And last, but certainly not least, the communal soul-food feasts at Monell’s. Oh, and how could we forget hot chicken? Actually, thanks to an offshoot of Peaches in Bed-Stuy, Peaches HotHouse, you don’t have to go to Prince’s for cayenne-laced chicken anymore — or do you?
After a recent visit, Fork in the Road expressed disappointment that the joint’s fried chicken, though suitably crispy, simply wasn’t hot enough, prompting the owners of Peaches (who also operate Smoke Joint) to respond in the comments.
OK. So here’s the deal. After our first week, due to a few delicate constitutions, some expletives and the overall litigious nature of New Yorkers, we did turn down the heat a bit. Now we only bring the fire if someone asks. However, you may be required to sign a waiver …
Well, golly. Are they saying New York city slickers just can’t take the heat? Them’s fighting words! The Nashville Scene, for one, is excited about our weak constitutions.
Knowing that New Yorkers will concede in a New York minute that Nashville beats them in a hot minute — at something the Yankees only know about from a food documentary? That somehow gives me a warm feeling.
Peaches got something right, anyway: Like a true Nashville hot-chicken joint, it’s closed on Sundays and Mondays.
Peaches Hot House’s Nashville-Style Hot Chicken [Fork in the Road/VV via Nashville Scene]
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