


I fully intended to write a satirical piece on eating out at my absolutely 100% favourite resteraunt (Nandos obviously) until I realised the form required that the specific location had to be selected.
Why?
Well I live in Inverness.
Yes, sad isn’t it. I have to travel for at least 2 HOURS to be able to enjoy the tasty, juice, succulent, delightfully spicy chicken that I fell in love after my first visit to Nandos in Glasgow.
I would have waxed lyrical about how it was my absolute best experience in an Inverness Nandos to date, that the staff were unsurpassed and that the queue to get in was non-existant.
Yes, this was going to be a light-hearted and comedic review of the future Nandos Inverness (if the gosh darned bleedin place is ever BUILT!) Thankfully those questionable fellows in the local council are no longer an obstacle and I hope to sink my teeth into some tantalising chook in the very near future. Fingers crossed!
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