Yesterday, Tracy Moore told us about
a New York magazine web piece that featured Nashvilleas a weekend getaway. She noted that for once, New Yorkers wrote about Nashville in a way that wasn't totally patronizing or clueless.
Along the same juicy vein, the Village Voice reveals that "Nashville-style hot chicken" is the specialty at a restaurant in the Bed-Stuy neighborhood in Brooklyn. While the Voice mostly has good things to say about Peaches HotHouse, writer Sarah DiGregorio surmises regretfully that Peaches' chicken can't be as good as the authentic product from Nashville — because nobody at the table wound up with tears streaming down their face, as seen in a Southern Foodways Alliance documentary on Prince's.
OK, I'm not one of those reflexive regionalists who would shout, "In your face, New York!" (Although patrons of Prince's seen in the film speculate that hot chicken to the face would be the ultimate weapon.)
