Nando's Norwich Red Lion

So me and my partner went out for a meal at Nando’s today in Norwich opposite five guys and I had a chicken burger and as I was eating the chips and coleslaw and their was something hard in my mouth thinking it was a bone and it was a nail

Nandos is what it is. chicken and....well a few bits n pieces. i get the peri chips and lemon and herb chicken. youl spend less than a and i think the foods really nicebut not a lovely meal out its a quick bite to eat with mates or the kids.

This is a great place whilst out shopping.The service is speedy, and the atmosphere is lively with the portugese feel.I thinks it's great you can choose how hot you have your chicken. The only down side is that they also marinade the chicken for the childrens meals, although they were not hot, but this put my little ones off a bit. The bottomless frozen yogurt was a bit hit though, so I still feel that we had value for money.Good prices too, we paid about for two adults and two children, including the drinks, so leaves more cash for the shopping afterwards.

Christmas sales: the best of times, the worst of times. The primal urge to hunt and gather after a season of avarice, sloth and binge drinking; the hysteria of the great unwashed, sharpening their teeth for the Primark Battle Royale and camping outside Curry’s for a billboard-sized plasma TV.While I’d normally rather chew batteries than endure the bedlam, the need to acquire a mattress is pressing. And so, into the valley of discount we ride, braced for an afternoon of feigning sleep in successive department stores.The absurdity is not lost on us – after all, mattress testing is to mattress usage what the Pride Festival is to the Soviet May Day Parade.It’s not that I’m above sleeping fully dressed, or, for that matter, getting into bed without first removing my shoes (although I’ve only got Mrs Wifey’s word on that).What I will not support, however, is sweaty shoppers watching me spoon the wife. It’s just undignified. Several dormitories later, I therefore dig in my heels, and (in the name of realism) refuse to continue until she fetches the duvet.With no comfort blanket forthcoming, I vote for comfort eating instead, and, having seen Nando’s purportedly famous chicken across the road, suggest we pop over and roost a while.Inside, it’s not what I was expecting. From the looks of it, I’d assumed it was a restaurant. Having been shown to our seats, we’re directed back to the till to order and pay.‘Pay before I eat?!’ cries my inner bourgeois pig. ‘What kind of a half-cocked chicken shack is this?!’Reason overcomes my middle-class prejudices After all, is a fast-food joint that looks like a restaurant really that odd? I mean, in Paris, so they tell me, you can buy a beer in McDonald’s……while in Norwich you can buy mash with your chicken.As combinations go, it sounds as intuitive as custard and vinegar. I choose not to choose mash.It’s a classic rock/hard place trade-off. The fries are uninspiring – like low-calorie communion wafers without the spiritual benefits – not a good look for a joint specialising in chicken and chips.The peri-peri chicken, by contrast, is wolfable, and easily worth the paltry it costs for a so-called “whole chicken” and a couple of side orders. Coming in four quarters, however, said chicken is mathematically rather than physically complete. Expect pedants to cry fowl.

My friend and I were running errands before a big night out and, it being sunny and gorgeous, looked for somewhere to stop for libations and maybe a small bite. There were empty tables at Nando's, so we thought we would give it a shot in all honesty, just to be outside.My friend ordered a simple drink off the menu (a wine spritzer), which they struggled to make and eventually gave her two tumbler glasses of white wine and told her she could just top it off with whatever from the soda fountain and I ordered a beer, which was warm. Granted, when I told the waiter, he replaced it with a cold one.We also ordered pita and hummus, and olives both were extremely overpriced. There was no hummus (they had dropped the tub in the kitchen and the fact that they didn't offer to make more implies that it's shipped in) so they offered a roasted red pepper dip, which was sugary sweet and swimming with cheap oil. The olives weren't great, and the too-few pieces of pitta bread were completely stale (hard around the edges, and rubbery in the centre).After this experience I would never consider going back.