So upon Thor’s many escapades on Earth, Captain America had introduced him to a human Country musician and pop culture icon, Johnny Cash. He listened to his music and had learned a lot about the Southern culture during his adventures in North and South Carolina, so off he went to Nashville, TN. He flew in first to Hendersonville, TN to pay his respects to Johnny and his wife June Carter Cash in their final Earthly resting place at the Hendersonville Memorial Gardens.
After Thor had paid his respects to the Man in Black, he flew off to Music Row to see the sights and hear the sounds. The streets are crowded and the hustling tourists push past Thor as he takes in the Tennessee town’s tantalizing attractions. The neon lights of downtown Nashville shined brighter than the July summer sun and Thor thought that this town was turning out to be one of the most interesting towns in all of the Nine Realms. The humans on Midgard had brought aspects of different aspects of the musical stylings that lived in the town; as well as appreciated the artist integrity of the town.
Thor was beginning to feel a god-sized hunger take hold of his body and asked a local Midgardian about a quintessential Nashville establishment and was reassured of the validity of one of Nashville’s most famous delicacies: hot chicken. He struck out towards the world famous Prince’s Hot Chicken Shack. The James Beard Award-winning restaurant is in a small strip mall on Ewing Dr in Nashville but the exterior is merely a false facade for what delicious deep-fried poultry are slovenly plunked down upon a piece of white loaf bread and topped with a bread-and-butter pickle. Thor stood in the line that meandered around the small restaurant but was greeted with a smile by the cashier taking the orders. He didn’t order the hottest chicken that he could because he had heard rumors of their face melting spices. He placed his order and waited patiently as his mouth salivated. The anticipation was about to climax and Thor was beginning to lose his patience when his number was finally called. He sat down at the cloth covered table to begin his meal. The bouquet of spices permeated the air; so he dug in. The delicious chicken was only highlighted by the seasoning that was almost massaged into Prince’s award winning poultry. All was right with the world. Even though the spices burned his tongue, the flavor continued his brain to allow him to take in another morsel.
Before he knew it, the chicken and sides were gone. His plate was left with just the picked and dissected carcass; and he decided to continue on his adventure through the town. He meandered through the streets and took in the beautiful architecture that highlighted the people’s beautiful disposition.