Nando's Greenwich Village

A nice visit, the staff were helpful and let us sit where we requested to. A member of staff (blue shirt) was really friendly and went table to table checking that customers were happy and generally made everyone feel welcome. The food was really good with no issues at all. A female staff member stood at the door saying goodbye to us as we left and held the door etc. A nice restaurant and will visit again.

I went with my two sons, they loved it. The food was great. We were served by a lovely lady named Suchitra

Having never eaten in a Nando's restaurant before we decided to eat here due to its proximity to the hotel we were staying in, and were so impressed that it certainly won't be our last visit. The staff were very helpful, and friendly, and the food was excellent at a reasonable price. We would recommend eating here when in Greenwich.

I couldn't fault the staff brilliant! The food good too Disabled access TERRIBLE! No toilet on ground level no lift ! Apparently lift broken for ages . Disabled people need a rest room too or do we just not matter ?

Mollie asked me what my favourite restaurant is, and after much deliberation I could only settle on Nando's, bringer of satiation, destroyer of hunger, saviour of the pursestrings. To my surprise, she had never dined there before and so we obviously had to go. The maître d' was friendly and attentive, giving us a 35 minute wait and ensuring we'd receive a text when the table was ready. As if he had looked into my soul and registered the fear that if we didn't get back in time we'd lose the table, he said that we should reply to the text to say if we'd be late so he could keep the table for us, alleviating my fears. The wait gave us ample time to enjoy a pintie in Greenwich. We enjoyed supping a cold one and judging other couples that had made the questionable decision to not spend their Sunday Bank Holiday evening at Nando's the benevolent, the omnipotent one. Whence we had returned, the maître d' recognised me and we were immediately bwois. He apologetically told us there were no wings left and led us to the table of our dreams. Cushioned for our pleasure, it looked upon the entire restaurant so that we could rate other customers on how often we believed them to patronize the restaurant it was a strong set of candidates might I add. We could also see the prep line, which is important for us because the anticipation was a lot to cope with. We sat next to each other because we are not normal, and although couples in many places might be judged, no one blinked an eye in Nando's saviour of souls, crusher of pretence, lover of all beings. In fact, I think they kind of thought we looked like dictators or Charles and Camilla looking over the precession that had come to admire us. (NB I am an antimonarchist but can appreciate how nice it would feel to be adored by a crowd of followers) Anyway, Mollie being loosely vegan (vegetarian on this day), went for a delicious wrap and I had half a chicken. A slight tangent Mollie has been vegan for over a decade, but has recently started trying fish, eggs, and dairy for a hot pescy summer, but will return to her vegan roots in September. The beauty of the sides game meant we could order piri piri chips, garlic bread, coleslaw, and spicy rice and share the lot. We almost had a mennie B over whether to get corn or coleslaw, but Nando's the bringer of universal peace and harmony saw to it that they had run out of corn so we no longer had to worry. Unfortunately there was no mango and lime sauce, which Mollie had wanted to try. Once again Nando's the great equaliser had just created another opportunity to return so we could try it next time. By the end of the meal, we were both just the right level of full which meant we could take a romantic walk home in the light rain. We took her dog for a walk to my bike, kissed quite passionately and I cycled home into the night. Nando's, magnanimous King, has facilitated a perfect evening and remains, as always, the perfect restaurant.