@Huckleberried @f1r3b1rd I remember the first time I ever went to a Popeye's (and this was before Bojangles, too). We were in the process of finding a place to live in Baton Rouge, relocating from Pensacola. I'd never had spicy fried chicken before, so I had no idea. That chicken lit me up like a Christmas tree!
Then later on, after we moved to Baton Rouge and I was working in the office of a welding shop near the river, the little errand guy who used to go out and pick up everybody's lunch, well, that joker surprised me. He came up and asked me if I wanted a chicken-and-fries basket for lunch. Apparently the guys bought chicken from this place all the time, and on certain days of the week they had a basket of a great big chicken breast sitting on top of a pile of fries, all that for $1.00. I said, hell yeah I want one, so I gave him a dollar.
He brings it back to me, and I take the foil off the top. There sits the biggest, most gorgeous chicken breast I ever saw, all golden and wonderful. I picked it up and bit right into it, through the crust and skin, and started to chew. Then I felt it, a little tickle in the back of my throat, that within about 30 seconds was a full-fledged INFERNO in my mouth! I grabbed for my Pepsi. I coughed and spluttered and breathed with my mouth open. Dude was standing there watching. They knew I was a Luzianna Noob and were just waiting to see how I reacted to that hot-as-hell chicken. Everybody in the office had a big laugh over me eating that damn piece of chicken.
I did pull the crust back to see wth I was eating, and the meat of the chicken looked like it had been dredged in red pepper. It was seriously hot. They told me I was a wimp.