Confessions of a McAddict

Let's talk about McDonalds. I love it so much. I'll tell you why: consistency, proper salt usage and a corporate structure that demands a certain level of customer service. OH, also wifi!!

 

Since coming to Paris I've had McDonald's 5 times. That's a lot for a vegetarian. Especially since I can count on one hand the number of true meals Ive had at McDonalds in America.  Sure I've stumbled into the Adams Morgan McD's at 2am and demanded they give me all of the fries and all of the McFlurreys. I've also restumbled in at 10am and tearfully begged them to make me an egg McBiscuit and the largest coffee they can find.

In Paris, I legitimately have gone to McDonalds for a proper dinner. I can't speak more highly about this experience, well actually I can because I'm a perfectionist. I criticize out of love and admiration. Here's how it goes:

Step 1: Walk in. Identify "Easy Order" Machines 

 

Step 2: Privately browse all of your dining options in the language of your choice.

Step 3: Pay at the machine. 

 

Step 4: Wait for good looking French person to call your number. This is where the only kink happens. They call your number in French!  Meanwhile, I've already told the machine I speak English. C'mon McDonalds, you're better than this. To rectify this situation  I just show them my receipt every time they call any number. As you can imagine, they love this. 

 

Step 5: Enjoy delicious meal!
 

Don't forget the macarons!