Tweet side of Nottingham

Recently, our series of TwiTrips rolled into Nottingham. As with all of our previous Twitter-fuelled adventures, I didn't have anything planned. I would turn up at the station, succumb to the temptation of a two-thumbed "I've arrived!" photo, before handing it over to the good people of Twitter to guide my every step for the rest of the day.

As has become customary on our TwiTrips around the UK, the day began with a request for fascinating Nottingham trivia.

Just beyond the suburbs of London, CaféBarContemp informed me that "The Clash played a gig at Nottingham station as part of their Back to Basics busking tour in the mid-1980s".

Nice. David Whitley piped in just south of Market Harborough, dropping something of a bombshell: "Maid Marian doesn't exist in the original Robin Hood ballads. She was, it seems, invented by 16th-century Morris dancers." I was devastated.

But I soldiered on, and just short of 1pm I arrived, and swiftly paid my dues to the King of Nottingham. Having requested some impressive roof action, inspired by the heights of St Pancras, my next stop was The Exchange shopping centre, where I perved upon the glorious 200-foot-high neo-Baroque dome, thanks to the recommendation of peter_s_clarke and davidbaird85.

It was time for some food. Pamreader and Jtownend had fingered the The Walk Café as a Nottingham must — and the café had been showering me with tweets and even designed a competition in honour of the TwiTrip so I duly paid a visit. Inside, as well-heeled locals sipped on tea poured from china teapots, I gorged on slabs of rye bread layered with pastrami. A very good start indeed.

But I couldn't stay long. Muldoon tweeted me with some startling breaking news: "Broadway Cinema is showing a 10-hour video of a man digging a hole. Really."

I raced over, to find said man halfway into his challenge, having already reached waist-high on a projection beamed on to the wall of the cinema's café. But admirable hole-digging isn't Broadway's only claim to fame — it is also a favourite of Quentin Tarantino, who chose the venue for the UK premiere of Reservoir Dogs.

Dinner time. Of all the tips I received, ErikPetersen's intrigued me the most — an Afghan meal in Radford, one of Nottingham's most immigrant-infused districts. In Falah, an ordinary looking takeaway with a handful of seats, I was urged to try the "Mantu" by Erik and the Chaple kebab by my cab driver. I ordered both, and chowed furiously. The Mantu was sublime; steamed dumplings filled with chopped beef, onions and herbs topped with yoghurt and Afghan chutney. What a find.

And then, the nicest surprise of the day. In through the door came Erik Petersen himself, accompanied by his wife, to join me for a pudding of hot halwa with almond, sugar, cardamom and carrot. And so ended another superb TwiTrip.