Location: Opposite Angel Tube Station
There is nothing wrong with eating at Wetherspoons. For some reason, there seems to be a stigma attached to the chain and suggesting a Spoons-based snack can result in strange looks or hysterical laughter. Why anyone would joke about eateries is beyond me. It’s not exactly a comedic goldmine.
Anyway, one reason to go there is the nachos. As a devoted nachoist, I have sampled triangles of glory all over London in search of the ultimate mouth party. Wetherspoons remains the most surprisingly consistent purveyor of chos. The best thing is the size in relation to the price. £4.10 for small nachos and they’re filling and adequately sized. In fact, I’d go as far as to say they tend to make for cracking meals (if not shared) alongside something with more nutritional value. Like a salad. Or some blueberries.
But why not just take a swim in Lake Nacho and savour the experience without any side orders clamouring for your tongue’s attention? They’re warm. The cheese is soft. The relishes utilised are spot on both in amount and flavour. You can order large nachos and be forced to “have a little sit” while the party dies down, or small nachos for an acute hit and room for more Strongbow (other ciders are available)
No, they’re not the best nachos I’ve ever reviewed, but you get a lot more joy than the meagre pricetag would have you believe. They’re satisfying, enjoyable, and you get change from a five pound note. What’s better than that? A lot of things actually, now I come to think of it. Like getting them for free. Or being paid to eat them. Or finding £50,000 in your coat pocket. But it’s still a Very Good Thing.
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