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You can tell I’m trying to revise at the moment, because I’m diverting from my usual rant and writing an article about chicken.

But during my procrastination the other day, I notice the most checked in place on facebook tends to be either the pub (no explanation required) or Nando’s. I also realised that Leicester has 4 Nando’s. For a place that doesn’t have a Krispy Kreme, or an Ice Skating Rink, four Nando’s is pretty gosh-darn extreme. And my best friend and I have been to every single one. And every time he comes to visit, we make it a habit to frequent at least one of them. What is it about the chickeny goodness that makes it so appealing?

Personally, I think it’s because it’s quick, easy, and tastes incredible. It allows you to maintain the superiority of going out for din dins that McDonalds does not allow you, but without the huge hit on your wallet that Café Rouge demands. The neon red Portuguese rooster is synonymous with semi-fine dining, particularly to students. Plus, less than 2 quid for as much diet coke as you can realistically swallow. Winning.

There’s a good range, and you can customise each dish by adding a various degree of spicy-ness to it, depending on what your tastebuds can handle. I have a wax mouth and an iron stomach, so always plump for extra hot, whereas my slightly effeminate best friend always goes for a wimpy but delicious lemon and herb. And they don’t just do good chicken, either. The vegetarian meals are some of the best I’ve tasted. Try the mushroom and halloumi burger. The food of Gods.

Nando’s, you will notice, also has an incredibly low advertising presence. When was the last time you spotted the Rooster strutting round your TV screen screeching at you to try some Peri-Peri? You won’t have. Which suggests the popularity of Nando’s is based solely on word of mouth. Something incredibly rare in the fast food industry. Don’t believe me? Bet you all know what offers are on at Pizza Hut at the moment. Or how much a mayo Chicken is? Enough said.

As if you need any more convincing to get some Peri-Peri goodness in your life, our Ginger God Ed Sheeran wrote a song about it.

I realise this article is a little odd, but it was in my brain and now it’s on the internet soooo…. Yeah.