Wesley ,'Chosen'
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When I was in Greece I had an American couple ask me directions to the nearest McDonalds so they "could get a decent cup of coffee".
When I was in Egypt, I was for the most part on board with the cultural differences. There was one day, however, after a distinctly unpleasant experince with a shopkeeper when I snapped and walked for half an hour to find a Maccas for lunch, just so I'd know what to expect. (I figured I'd find one in the vicinity of the American University.)
In college we had mcdonalds when in Scotland--but only the apple pies. Because (a) apple pie and icecream was 99p, and more importantly (b) they're still fried not baked there! Here I just eat them at checkers (sigh, none around here)
My brother tells of being excited to find a place that served tacos in Dublin only to find they were sloppy joes on pita.
We ate at McDonalds in London all the time. Where else you gonna get a burger?
I had a friend I went to Jamaica with who wouldn't eat the free Jamaican food right in front of him, preferring to travel and buy a burger or a steak rather than try new food.
Him, I judged. You're a university student. Be cheap, be adventurous.
I can understand wanting someplace familar on occasion but ... coffee? in Italy? eesh
now I want curried goat.
There was one day, however, after a distinctly unpleasant experince with a shopkeeper when I snapped and walked for half an hour to find a Maccas for lunch
I had to Google that.
That is what Australian's call the giant golden arches conglomerate (McDonalds) that invaded our country like all other developed nation in the world.
We ate at McDonalds in London all the time. Where else you gonna get a burger?
Wimpy!
AAAAgghhh. Americans abroad.
When in Tokyo, my traveling companion insisted on going to the 'foreign quarter' just to see if MacDonald french fries tasted the same. (they did...which, to my way of thinking is a bad thing...homogenization of culture, etc.)
In Denmark, I literally ran out of a restaurant in order to avoid being tarred with the same brush as a truly obnoxious couple.
In Norway, my seatmate on the train...a lovely woman of probably 75...sneered Americansk in the direction of a drunken Elder Hostel group that came on board at the top of their lungs. She scootched over me in a protective sort of way. I was honored.
Not all the Americans I have bumped into elsewhere were aweful, but honestly, the percentage was pretty darned high. Makes me weep for my kind.
I can wanting something familiar if one is feeling overwhelmed. Then, braced, going forth to wallow in foreignness again.