Sunday, October 23, 2011

No More Noodles

McDonald's at the Beijing Railway Station

After eating Asian food for four days straight, morning, noon, and night, I needed a break. Luckily there's a McDonald's on nearly every corner. I needed something besides noodles and rice.

I have eaten at McDonald's in several countries now. It was a heavenly respite in Nicaragua and one of the few places where we found people who could speak English. In Paris and Germany, they seem to have their own recipes. Something about the burgers there just weren't right. The Big Mac here in China was bland, but it was the tallest burger I've ever gotten at a McDonald's. It actually looked like the picture you see in advertisements. And it was cheaper than in the U.S. Doesn't it seem like there's something fundamentally wrong with that?

But the best McDonald's burger I've ever had was in Amarillo, Texas. Maybe it had something to do with the view of the cattle ranch right outside. Maybe. I'm not a big fast food eater ( though I realize it sounds like I am from this post), but I was grateful for those Golden Arches today. No more noodles til tonight.

1 comment:

  1. Haha, I'm the opposite: I could eat rice and noodles forever!