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I had this idea that traveling to faraway lands would open me up to the exotic customs of other people. Well, so far, it seems to have made me accept things a little closer to home: I now love McDonalds.
Don’t get me wrong, I have always loved hating on the golden arches as much as your average North-Eastern-private-school-educated, liberal-until-I-make-money snob. You’d think that would get worse in Paris, land of the charming cafes and world famous cuisine. Wrong. That only happens until the minute you discover that “Mc Do,” as the French call it, is the only place with reliable, free Internet you’ll find around here. And when you spend all day alone and incommunicado, that’s really gold.
Add to the glory of WiFi an affordable cup of coffee, way nicer stores than you’d find in the States, and a gorgeous array of multi-colored macarrons as a slap in the face to the Franch traditionalists, and Voilà! And the best part is, since you already expect attitude with your fries when you go to McDonalds, it won’t piss you off nearly as much as it does when you go to the adorable little restaurant.
So, there. Long live the glowing yellow M! Beacon of freedom ruining beautiful historical facades all over the world!
PS. Starbucks… not so great. I couldn’t even connect to their WiFi. Shame on them.
Isn’t McDo so much prettier and more desirable looking here? It also has a decidedly less obese clientele. Maybe they haven’t been here long enough to reverse that silly French paradox thing.
This is me angrily trying to get a connection at Quick, the inferior French equivalent (disclaimer: I haven’t tried their food. As I said, that’s not the point at all). Photo by Emma Problemma.
