Written on: 14/11/2008 by TonyWil (1 review written)
It is absurd to suggest there could be anything to write here - except perhaps some defence of the Nik Nak, seeing as the world seems to intent on hounding it to an untimely death. In response to the comments that have been made about 'smell', you don't just find time for NikNaks, you make it. I ask, how do you expect NikNaks to taste so glorious, without the smell? Admit that you would indeed feel cheated without that mesmerising odour and admit that you were WRONG.
So tasty, I often find myself floating off into a psychedelic dream world after consuming these intense little darlings - a kind of furiously fluorescent and fizzing NikNaksville, NikNakland. The flavours are verging on Platonic - NikNaks do nice and spicy better than the finest spice blenders of the Raj and their scampi tastes more like scampi than actual scampi does. Food nazis like Jamie Oliver would obviously exclude these marvellous delights from their spine-chilling vision of a healthy world order, but don't think for a second that we won't all be looking back wistfully at the technological advances in food science over the twentieth century which brought us this benchmark in light-humoured snacking. Just like another great twentieth century invention, the Nuke, the NikNak of course poses some difficult questions about human impact on the world and our collective self-loathing, but whose mind, I ask, is not imprinted with that awe-inspiring Navadan scene? Once tasted, never forgotten.