I don't go to McDonalds as a rule (if i wanted flaccid bread and grey meat I'd.. no, I'm not willing to continue that analogy...)
The last time I went to one it was a scuzzy edge-of-town retail park in a town a few km north of Angers in France (which, true to tradition, they'd been advertising for the previous 40km.)
A filthy touring cyclist at 8:30pm on a drizzly Friday night in a French McDonalds ordering a salad. Based upon how confused the serving girl looked, I think I must have been the first person ever to order one. Surrounded by les adolescents, to them I must have looked like what the Telegraph thinks of Jeremy Corbyn.
I ended up riding for much of the night to hide my shame and then slept in a ditch. #NeverAgain
Boom, there's yer anecdote.
(It's 4:42am, give me a break)
The last time I went to one it was a scuzzy edge-of-town retail park in a town a few km north of Angers in France (which, true to tradition, they'd been advertising for the previous 40km.)
A filthy touring cyclist at 8:30pm on a drizzly Friday night in a French McDonalds ordering a salad. Based upon how confused the serving girl looked, I think I must have been the first person ever to order one. Surrounded by les adolescents, to them I must have looked like what the Telegraph thinks of Jeremy Corbyn.
I ended up riding for much of the night to hide my shame and then slept in a ditch. #NeverAgain
Boom, there's yer anecdote.
(It's 4:42am, give me a break)