Nandos disaster by Arabian Oud {R}

What happens when your queue time is longer than your dining time at one of your favourite restaurants in London? It turns out DISASTROUS! This is what exactly happened to me last Saturday, when a trip to Central London, a trip to Whiteleys mall later. We first went to Starbucks, the crowd there reminded me that of the Dubai crowd, it was fully packed and most of the people there were from the Gulf. Post Starbucks, we decided to tuck into Nandos and boy what a queue it was !!! It was disastrous! It was long, it was boring, and then the food wasn't that good after all! WHAT A TOTAL DISAPPOINTMENT! I have vowed not to have Nandos for another couple of months now!

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