Price's has been a family tradition ever since I can remember. The first time my Grandfather took me to Price's we rolled up in his Cadillac, loaded up the trunk with fried chicken, and busted out of there bumping Grand Master Flash from the subs in the back. Okay I made that last part up but whatever. I was a little apprehensive about visiting Price's since the last time I patronized this establishment the year was 2003. Not to mention I had just shit out my lower intestine after eating at The Penguin the night before. I carefully weighed the potential risks and rewards and decided to go for it. I am glad I did.
This menu makes me want to move to Charlotte just so I can order off it every day. Seriously, I would be here every fucking damn day. There are no tables in Price's; It is strictly take-out and catering. On the surface everything appeared to be the same as it was when I was eight years old so my heart started beating faster than a hummingbird on viagra. I got the half chicken meal and two barbeque (pulled pork) sandwiches. Don't judge me.
I took one bite and all the painful memories of The Penguin faded away. I crammed this pork in my mouth faster than Kim Kardashian at a football game except I didn't put both in my mouth at the same time. The texture of the pork was mildly mushy but it was overshadowed by the superb flavor.
Here is the fried chicken to end all fried chicken. Price's is the best I have ever had in my entire life and I eat a lot of fried chicken. Even I cannot make fried chicken this amazing. Words do no justice. It is just something everyone has to experience for themselves. If I ever die, I want my funeral to be in Charlotte so Price's can cater the after party and everyone can taste what the food is like in Heaven. Eat it.