The best restaurants serving Mediterranean food in Molyneux Sefton North West

“I think we’re due a Nando’s” (Byrne, J. 2023) Yes, I think you’re right. I had barely woken up, only just began a coffee, and my day was already sorted. I jumped in shower like a man on fire. With hair still damp, I rushed to the car and drove within the speed limit to the Byrne’s house - the man who had started this early afternoon frenzy. Blackpool or Wales? I posed the question, waited with excitement as he answered ‘wales of course’ with a laugh as he said it. He thought this was a joke. A joke! You think I joke about Nando’s?!? As we drove towards the M58 on this surprisingly hot day, he noticed this was not the way to our usual Nando’s. The Nando’s of the checkshirt. The Nando’s of the coast. A Nando’s with some character. The Byrne said ‘wait are we not going to southport’ I said ‘no, I don’t joke about Nando’s!’ Alas, however, north wales was no longer an option, just as I don’t joke about Nando’s - I don’t kidnap either. Aintree. That was our new destination. Hurtling down the m58 at 72mph (yes I’m that bad) we arrived in no time. We were welcomed by the pink haired flair infused server. She asked us where we wanted to sit, taken aback by such a freedom I had never before been afforded we said ‘oh I don’t mind’. Truth was, I did mind, but I hadn’t had chance to survey the restaurant, I didn’t know where was best, what if we chose a bad place, the ramifications don’t bear thinking about. She persisted, forcing us into a choice, and out in the distance we saw a booth- the best place to perch when munching on chicken. It was a good choice, and the ordering began. A pleasant surprise awaited me before checking out on the Nando’s app- I had a red reward - my the divine hand of Nando’s had reached down and touched me. A gift. A miracle. The Byrne, however, waited to order, hopeful of an extra glass being provided when mine was brought. Nando’s were a step ahead. In record time my order was brought to me but even I was left glassless! I had paid the £3.50 for the soft drink, but yet I had no glass from which to drink. I enquired to the waitress who brought my scran, she was right on it and handed it to me as I collected my utensils. Yes, you read that right. I had received my food before even having got utensils. They caught me off guard, the delayed drink and quick food - was this some sort of parallel universe I had stumbled into? I pushed those thoughts aside, onto the food. Yeah, was nice I suppose :).