T he time is 7. All along the Uxbridge Road, small, overlit counters-in-a-cupboard offer you takeaway evening meals. If you're on the lookout for gristle on a stick, or deep-fried nearly-meat and soggy chips, it's your lucky night. If not, keep walking west until you see the friendly red logo, the neon Portuguese rooster of Nando's. Inside, you'll see that the restaurant is busy, but the waitress finds you a spot. Who else is eating? On a large table at the back is a sprawling collection of friends: some baseball-hatted teenagers, some mums and dads.
From the USA?
Let's smash it. Tumblr is full of poetry, of course. But few things have inspired more uniquely British pisstakes than the explanation of the "cheeky Nando's" meme to bewildered Americans. Perhaps it's the chili rush of the extra hot glaze as part of the No Bones about it Platter. Perhaps it's a testosterone spike catalysed by a large serving of the self-proclaimed "macho" peas, but these stanzas of freeform banter poetry encapsulate precisely why Nando's has become such a British phenomena. It's not just that of the 1, Nando's in the world, nearly a third are found in the UK. It's not just that paramedics, police officers, firefighters, and NHS workers apparently get a 20 percent discount. Of course, these have played their role. But just maybe what makes Nando's such a triumphant import to the UK is simply the food.
Their logo is the famous Portuguese symbol, the Rooster of Barcelos. By , the restaurant had three outlets in Johannesburg and one in Portugal. In , Nando's th store worldwide opens.
How else could you go through 8 years of schooling and 3 years of residency without losing your mind. Sometimes I often think he is a wrong choice. I'm firmly in the RUN camp. Your crush might put a lampshade on her head and call it innocent fun.