Mike O.
Yelp
IM0. Spiciest, Most Welcoming Spot in Phoenix!
Arrival & First Impressions:
- Parking lot is clean and well-maintained--always a good sign that a place takes pride in its operation.
- The main entry has a small step up, which I completely missed in my excitement to get inside. Tripped, nearly face-planted. Watch your step!
- Right inside, a hotness level guide greets you. Pro tip: Their "MILD" is hotter than most places' "HOT"--and it only escalates from there.
A Lesson in Hospitality
- Ordered a wing sampler with two of each spice level (pray for me).
- As I was ordering, the owner, Mr. George Frasier, walked in from the patio and personally welcomed me! Turns out, he'd been outside helping victims of a car accident on the street, then invited them all in and covered their entire meal.
- We sat and chatted while my food was made fresh to order--he is a true pillar of the Phoenix food scene, known and respected by so many.
The Chicken: HOT. FRACKING HOT.
- Ever seen Hot Ones? That was me. Full panic mode, sweating, crying, and loving every second of it.
- If you order the "FACE OF THE SUN" level, you must sign a waiver. Rightfully so--this is no joke. I've had Satan's Blood (pure ghost pepper extract) before, so I know the pain. Not today, Satan.
- The self-serve soda fountain becomes your best friend as you frantically gulp something--anything--to put out the fire.
Atmosphere & Other Highlights
- Bathroom is THROUGH the kitchen, just like Durant's! You walk past the cooks mid-suffering, thanking them for both your meal and your impending doom.
- Due to my corn allergy, I had to skip some menu items, but the wings alone are worth the visit.
- Forget Long Wong's (dry, overcooked) and Zipps (meh)--Mrs. Chicken dominates the hot and spicy wing scene in Phoenix.
Final Verdict: Are You Brave Enough?
- If you're from a region where people grind ghost chilis in their eyes for fun, this will be a mild snack for you.
- If you're a mere mortal, prepare for a spicy challenge of epic proportions. Bring a sweat towel, a strong constitution, and possibly a medic on standby.
Inflation meter?
- ZERO. This is exactly what I want to pay for this torture. let's go again!
Mrs. Chicken is the ultimate destination for fiery heat, amazing hospitality, and community spirit. Just don't say I didn't warn you.