MacDonald’s

Well, it’s the same here as it is home, but for some reason I’ve become quite addicted to it recently. I haven’t had MacDonald’s since I was a teenager and even then I didn’t eat it with great frequency. Here I’ve had it three times in the last week!

I can’t imagine living in the culinary capital of the universe and heading for MacDonald’s whenever I have the chance, but judging from the crowds, I’m not alone. I like the Big Mac Menu – normal meaning not super-sized. Here you have a choice between fries, which I prefer and fancier potatoes, which is what my husband likes. There are the usual soft drink choices (I like Coke) and even beer. And then for dessert, I get the sundae with chocolate sauce although I’m curious to try the caramel sauce one day.

I’ve experimented with pre-paying for the sundae with my meal and then going back for it after I’ve finished. You don’t need to get back inline to do this, but since the line was intimidatingly large the last time I went, I went ahead and took everything together, but worried that my ice cream would melt before I finished.

There’s a very nice MacDonald’s near the Ikea store where we’ve already spent two Sunday afternoons. It has paintings on the wall and as my husband remarked ironically, it’s almost like a museum. Well clearly, it’s not the Louvre, but the Big Mac menu is still hard to beat. Someone told me that the revenue from France is the second highest to the US for the company. So yet another thing that France has allowed me to appreciate that I took for granted for all those years back home.