The legend goes like this: More than 70 years ago, Thornton Prince came home after a night of tomcatting to find his lady waiting at home, none too pleased. To teach him a lesson, she doctored his Sunday morning chicken with a wallop of spice. "Hot peppers from the garden, I'm sure," says Andre Prince, the restaurant's current owner, and great-granddaughter of that fabled philanderer whose infidelities birthed the now-iconic dish. "She was furious—but he liked it! He liked his punishment. It's just a rumor," she adds; "I wasn't there, have mercy. But I know how the Prince men are. They're known for being ladies' men."