Things You Just Don’t Expect…

There are some things in life you just can’t see coming; things that catch you by surprise; things that wake you up in the middle of the night.

This is not that kind of thing you don’t expect.

On Christmas Eve I was worried I was running late getting started on my road trip to Stuttgart, so I did something I said I’d never do.

I went through the McDonald’s Drive-Thru at the Lugano Sud exit of the autostrada (that’s like the Interstate).

It’s called the McDrive here. The McDonald’s looks like any McDonald’s across the US, pretty much, but upon closer examination, as you’ll see below, there are many differences. Pulp Fiction, a movie I would never normally endorse because I am opposed to gratuitous violence in popular mass media, was completely right on this one.

In what McDonald’s in the US will you find a Ciabatta Grande (pronounced Chee-baht-ah Grand-ay), Shrimp Scampi or the Chicken Mythic?

I pulled up to order at this board and I asked for a hamburger and french fries. It’s McDonald’s — that’s what they do! The young girl had no idea what I was saying.

I wasn’t expecting that.

I always said I’d not be one of those Americans who eats McDonald’s when there’s all this amazing, fresh cuisine at my doorstep, but I gotta tell you… that little white pack of fries and the even the little cylindrical disc of the burger were soooooo good. They were like a little bit of home.

I wasn’t expecting that either.

That was the start of Mufasa’s and my big Christmas Break Adventure. More to come immediately…

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  1. Reb:

    I know exactly what you mean. When i was in England I would occasionally sneak into the McDonald’s on High Street in the town where I lived. And it tasted wonderful, in an awful, American sort of way. Nothing like those McFries.

    Beth

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