Gatwick Airport - South Terminal - Nick Jardine Review
Love is the most important thing in the world, but Nando's is pretty good too. And is there anything better than finding a Nando's just as your about to board a flight? Probably, yes. The first three Star Wars, Arsenal's 49-game unbeaten run, OK Computer, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. These all undoubtedly rank above the humble poultry purveyor. Yet, as I closed my eyes, savoring the sweet peri-peri over my tongue and listened to a request that Mr Jamal please make his way to gate 19 to board his flight to Copenhagen, I felt something.
Was it the feeling of hunger alleviating my stomach? Perhaps. Was it the emotional out-pour resulting from not losing at wing roulette? Could well have been. Was it, perchance, a tinge of regret from not ordering halloumi? We'll never know.
What I do know is this: this meal moved me. Physically and emotionally it moved me. It sung to my soul. It lifted me up above the clouds. It made me want to dance. It made me want to fly. Which is, probably, a good thing, because shortly after eating I got on a plane.
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