Fine French Dining

Perrier as big as the Eiffle Tower!

breakfast each morning - coffee and chocolate bread . . . .mmmmmm, yummy

Sausage

lots of market cheese

super ass gyros

Pardon me? Would I like fries in my gyro?
But of course!

French cafes

Swiss chocolate shops (Curvy Butt would have gone mental in here)

Baguette sandwiches for lunch

Éclairs, best I ever had - and I've been known to eat an Éclair or two in my time

After eating such delicious foods, something happened . . . . while walking around Paris one day I was struck by how many McDonald restaurants there were - seemed like on every corner. Then it got me thinking of Pulp Fiction and the scene with Jules and Vincent discussing living in Europe:

“And you know what they call a quarter-pounder with cheese, uh, in Paris?”
“What do they call it?”
“They call it a Royale with cheese”
Dialogue between Vincent Vega and Jules Winnfield, Pulp Fiction

Well, I couldn't let an opportunity go by without paying tribute to a classic film:

. . . . so I present to you zee Royal with Cheese (or, Royal avec fromage)

Yes, I ate the entire thing.

*I cannot remember the last time I ate at McDonald's - must have been after a drunken binge while in school and the feeling afterwards was the pretty much the same . . . . blah . . . .