It is logical to assume we live in a perpetual state of Nacho.When they’re good, they’re good. When they’re bad, they’re good. But they are never perfect. Like sandwiches made fresh in poncey shops where it’s mandatory to spend fifteen minutes choosing foolproof ingredients before discovering it all tastes like beige cardigan. Although this isn’t about sandwiches, is it? It’s about Nachos.
Look at the heading, for god’s sake.
The Nacho Times will be everything related to, or even mentioning, this superlative foodstuff. While collating and building this Cyber-Nacho Empire, a quest will also be documented. One young woman’s search for the Ultimate London Nacho (ULN)
Let the games begin, friends.