Written on: 22/02/2010
I am a lowly farmer who has emigrated from Ghana, and has found himself living in the mad bustle of a buzzing metropolis such as Bromley. At first the shock of moving from the sparsely habited savannah to the urban jungle of greater London was daunting, and required many lessons (twice I had my spear taken from me while walking down the street, often my tribal headdress would get caught in the doors of buses, and I found that my leopard skin loin cloth was both too revealing and not well suited to the bitter chills of a British winter), however it was while learning a few of these lessons that I found refuge in Nandos Bromley, after being chased there by some animal rights activists who were offended by leopard skin, and that I had typically bathed in the blood of a gazelle that very morning (it is the only way to ensure my afro remains springy and light). Nandos Bromley shone like a beacon, a glorious haven brightly guiding my way to salvation. The food surpassed anything I have ever eaten before, the feeling of the delicious peri peri ignighting my food buds and opening my eyes to experiences I never before believed possible. I can only one day hope to open my own Nandos franchise back home in Ghana..