Take Away Reviews

IT’S been years since I’ve “gone local” when it comes to ordering a takeaway pizza.

IN A futile bid to shift the post-Christmas pounds, I’ve taken on an eating regime that would make a rabbit feel sorry for me.

AH, WOK Wok – the takeaway that’s so good they named it twice.

ANY new eatery that opens in Stonehaven is immediately greeted with a buzz around the town of: “Have you tried it yet?”

WITH the cold snap continuing longer than endless repeats of Friends on TV, we decided to spice things up with a curry from an old favourite.

AFTER a weekend of entertaining, the thought of adding more plates to the washing-up pile wasn’t appealing.

THERE was a gathering for my birthday at my place – so a meal from the Chinese was top of my wish-list.

AFTER grafting away all week the last thing I felt like doing was cooking a meal.

ANY takeaway that doesn’t do home delivery could be asking for trouble.

WITH the kitchen cupboards bare, and my hunger rising, I needed food – fast.

IS IT weird to emerge from a supermarket having spent a whack of cash on your weekly food shop, but with a burning desire for a takeout?

AFTER realising I wasn’t actually going to cook and risk missing the Doctor Who special, my girlfriend allowed us a take-away.

AFTER spending the majority of the afternoon being a good boyfriend and doing all of the ironing, I was deserving of a reward.

I’D HEARD nothing but good things about Chef Jang. But the out of the way location and the early closing time of 5.30pm had always put me off.

THEY say starve a fever and feed a cold. Not being one to argue with medical advice, when I felt the sniffles coming on I reached for a box of tissues and our takeaway menus.

AFTER a very late night on Friday, my first thought on Saturday was what to have for lunch.

DUE to the late-night nature of my relationship with kebab shops, I rate them on quantity not quality.

SATURDAY nights were made for this – The X Factor, a bottle of wine and, most importantly, a takeaway.

I USUALLY treat set menus with the same suspicion as I do pills to make me thinner, or creams for my bald spot.

THE last time I got a takeaway from Cinnamon I had to pick it up from the Union Street restaurant.

STUCK with a cold, people were constantly suggesting chilli to clear my head – and obviously I couldn’t disappoint.

SOME nights nothing quite does the job like a chipper especially after a hard work out at the gym.

FOR a birthday treat my other half fancied his all-time favourite meal – pizza.

FOOD and films go hand-in-hand for me, be it popcorn at the cinema – or a takeaway and a DVD.

WITH tummies rumbling my boyfriend and I had been hankering after a Chinese take-away all day.

THERE are times when you just can’t resist the urge to indulge in some fine Chinese fare.

IN THESE times of financial hardship, we are all looking for a way to save a bit of cash yet still enjoy ourselves.

WHEN it has been one of those weeks at work and you just can’t be bothered cooking, a take away is the only option.

SATURDAY nights are, for me, all about indulgence and relaxation. So, after a week of chasing my tail, I decided it was take-out time.

LIKE Scotland and the Ashes, cooking and myself just do not go together.

WHEN it comes to curry, I know what I like – namely something to melt my face.

MY FLATMATES have been raving about this great takeaway just around the corner from us. Surely no restaurant can live up to such massive hype.

I WAS having a major sulk as we ordered a selection of food from The Blue Spice.

DURING a stay in the Broch my boyfriend and I couldn’t be bothered getting dressed up for dinner – so we got into our comfy clobber and ordered in.

I LIKE going over to our pals Mark and Judith’s for a visit, because there’s usually a take-away meal in the equation somewhere.

BY THE time Tuesday rolls around all my good intentions about having a healthy eating week always go out the window.

BEING sucked in by the sofa one weeknight, my boyfriend and I decided to give cooking a miss.

MY FRIEND Lisa was visiting from Oz so we needed a wizard treat to make our catch-up night something special

IT WAS FRIDAY night and neither of us could be bothered cooking after another long week at work.

AFTER a long day at work, the chances of me cooking were slimmer than Kate Moss’ pinkie. On a diet.

WITH my girlfriend popping up for a flying visit and no time to cook, a takeaway was the obvious solution.

ON A beautiful night in Aberdeen, the last thing I wanted to do was watch the last hours of sunlight slip away as I slaved over a hot stove.

WITH nothing in the fridge but a piece of cheese and a jar of mango chutney my boyfriend and I sacked the supermarket for a carry out.

WHILE my favourite team were tucking in to their pre-match meal ahead of the big game, there was only one meal on my mind – a haggis supper.

I HAD to quickly change supper plans when the marauding horde (he’s a big lad) arrived unexpectedly to watch the football on telly.

BEING sucked in by the sofa one weeknight, my boyfriend and I decided to give cooking a miss.

SANDWICH-SPECIALIST Subway has had a place in my heart since my student days.

I’M NOT much of a host. So when a mate comes round to watch a DVD I’m more likely to reach for the takeaway menu than the saucepan.

THERE are two things that I simply can’t resist in life – puns and stuffing my face.

STAYING where I do, most takeaway calls revolve around the sentence: “No, that road does exist. I know because I live there.”

HAVING students as mates has many advantages – the main one being their incredible knowledge of local curry houses.

WE WERE running late for an evening out and frankly in no mood to cook.

CHILDREN can be real creatures of habit when it comes to food, can’t they?

TALK about fast food! Within 20 minutes of clicking ‘place order’ on the Domino’s website, the pizza box was sitting on our coffee table.

THE best cure for biting weather is a spicy delight – and this Nepalese eatery offers a variation on all the Indian places around town.

AFTER a hard workout at the gym, you deserve a good feed – and what better than a fine curry.

WHEN a menu drops through the door, there is only one thing for it – pick it up and order a takeaway to see in the New Year.

AFTER sitting through a major dress and hair drama as we waited to take my daughter to her work’s dinner-dance, I felt too frazzled to cook.

IT HAD been a stressful night after my pal’s car died miles from home with the breakdown service hours away.

WORD that a new takeaway had opened at the top of our road was greeted with great excitement in our house.

WALKING along George Street in the freezing snow was a nightmare – I was slipping and sliding all over the place.

EXHAUSTED from a long day in town I couldn’t be bothered with a sit down restaurant – so I did the next best thing and took the meal home.

THE miserable weather we’ve been having recently was really starting to get me down, and I was in desperate need of a pick me up.

ALL too often a visit to the local chippy – particularly on a busy Saturday night – means greasy, undercooked chips and a warmed-up slab of fish.

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