Mother Cluckers Grill

Mother Cluckers Grill works the fire until every morsel carries the weight of smoke and spice. Their peri-peri chicken sandwich starts with a grilled breast, its surface blistered from the heat, juices sealed beneath a crust of seasoning. Fresh-cut slaw crunches under the first bite, house-made pickles snap sharp, and a thick layer of perinaise smooths it all out. Grilled pineapple adds the final swing—charred at the edges, its sugars turned deep and caramel-like, pressing into the brioche bun like it was meant to be there. Peri-peri wings carry the same heat, their skin crisp, their meat tearing clean, glazed in garlic-cilantro lime or lemon-herb, each sauce soaking in before the spice takes over.

The peri-peri rice bowl trades bread for something looser—yellow rice soaking up every drip of fire-seared chicken, grilled corn bursting between bites, red peppers folding into the mix. Slaw keeps it crisp, while a cilantro-lime cream threads through every forkful, cooling the heat just enough to keep things moving. Parmesan fries break apart with a snap, dirty corn lands heavy with cheese and spice, and grilled pineapple stays sticky with smoke.