Pommes frites servis avec un coulis de tomate
My anarchist mates, my foodie friends, would be horrified if they knew my secret vice: every so often I go to McDonalds.
Decor: hard, shiny, not allowed to sit down.
Service: Young, generally foreign. I asked if they could wipe down the counters which had blobs of other people’s food on them. They didn’t understand the word ‘counters’.
I once went to a McDonalds with my mother. She sat down and asked
“when is the waitress coming?”
For mains I chose the filet o’ fish meal. I didn’t have it ‘supersized’.
The fishburger is one of my favourites. I always know if I’m pregnant because I start craving this. I totally love the gherkin sauce. This fish however was a little over-fried.
The trick with McDonalds fries is to eat them very quickly. If you take more than a minute, they harden into cardboard. They are accompanied by, on request, Heinz ketchup. Which is good cos, barring having it home-made, Heinz is the best.
Drink was a recent vintage of Coke (which I prefer to Pepsi). Did you know that in France, Coke is given as a medecine for a bad tummy? In Mexico Coke is made with natural sugar cane. In countries where they prefer Pepsi, Coke is made to taste more like Pepsi.
View: Kings Cross….a weathered man (although quite sexy under the hair and tache) handing out cheap phone cards, businessmen drinking Cadbury’s milkshakes (how can we take them seriously?), herds of people with wheely suitcases…traffic, grime, police, sirens, the usual downtown utopia stuff of dreams…
Corner of Caledonian rd and Pentonville rd.
No booking required.