Fiery Nash: Alexandria’s Fried Chicken Gets a Spicy New Zip Code

Too many places phone in their spicy chicken - that's just an unfortunate fact of life. If you've ever made a spicy pilgrimage to Nashville you'd know what we mean. Suddenly, that one spot your friends dragged you to can't measure up - their ‘spicy’ ends up tasting like paprika had a one-night stand with ketchup.

But then, Fiery Nash waltzed into Alexandria, dangling crispy, spice-rubbed promises over our heads. Perched above Sidi Gaber Bridge, their chicken isn’t just good - it’s a crispy, saucy rebellion against mediocrity, served with a side of sea breeze and poor life choices.

Their chicken comes in three tiers of fiery recklessness: level 1 (for those who think black pepper is exotic), level 2 (a polite nod to self-destruction), and level 3 (which I’m convinced requires signing a waiver). The “Original” version? Golden, crunchy, and deceptively innocent, like a toddler holding a glitter bomb.

The magic here isn’t just in the fry. It’s in the dunk. A hulking piece of Nashville-style chicken, its crust blushing with cayenne, poised over a thimble of sauce. You plunge it in (because obviously), and suddenly there’s golden rivulets cascading down your fingers, pooling on the tray. Sweetness collides with heat; your taste buds throw a rave. It’s a glorious mess.

If sandwiches are your emotional support meal, Fiery Nash’s lineup reads like a telenovela cast. Classic Nash- tender chicken, tangy mayo, dill cucumber doing a crisp little jig on your tongue. Fancy a truffle-infused ego boost? The Nash Truffle slaps mushrooms and truffle sauce into the mix. And the 180°? Jalapeños and “strathracher” sauce (whatever that is - just roll with it) crank the heat to “regretfully delicious.”

And for the beef devotees rolling their eyes at poultry propaganda, they have picks of four smash angus beef burgers to validate your carnivorous soul. Chicken’s the headline, but beef? It’s the gritty spin-off you’ll stan anyway.

But let’s talk about the honey sauce. In a world where “sweet and spicy” often means “confused identity crisis.” Drizzle it over their Nashville wings, and suddenly you’re in a flavour tug-of-war - fiery enough to make your nose run, sweet enough to make you forget your name. It’s the kind of contradiction that shouldn’t work… until it absolutely does.

Oh, and the sides? Firey Fries, chicken wings, and little Nashville chicken pops. Dip them in smoky BBQ, douse them in honey mustard, or go rogue with the coleslaw cup sauce - a creamy balm for when the spice hits back.

Fiery Nash isn’t here to reinvent the wheel. It’s here to douse the wheel in sauce, deep-fry it, and hand you a wet wipe. So grab a mate, wear something stain-friendly, and prepare to join the clean-plate club. Just don’t blame us when you start judging all other chickens by Alexandria’s new saucy benchmark.