Monday, March 9, 2009
Bites Prince's Hot Chicken: Say It Don't Spray It
Posted by Lee Stabert on Mon, Mar 9, 2009 at 11:09 AM
On Friday evening, my man and a couple of his buddies got hot chicken at Prince's (there was an out-of-town friend in the equation). I offered my East Side home as a staging ground for their meal--Prince's isn't exactly tops when it comes to ambiance, especially after you've spent over half-an-hour waiting for your chicken.
The next morning I woke up and noticed a strange red substance covering the floor under my table. Mr. Peepers?
I don't know if it's the heat--or just the hysteria caused by so much delicious grease--but somehow Prince's hot chicken has the power to turn grown men into human feed spreaders.
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I for one, happen to enjoy the atmosphere at Prince's, though it can be hard to get a table.
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Jack, I've met him too. He referred me to this article. I still think he's gross, but in a lovable way.
me thinks you might needs check the footwear for the greasy-grossness source. Prince's chicken is to die for, but its floors are to slide more - many's the time I've come home from a two hour wait, with its requisite pacing, shuffling, finding the right spot on the wall to lean against and then moving to a better spot, with incredibly slickery shoe bottoms.
now back to being gross. hot-gross?
