Hungry, I asked the PH where to go to get late night food. He recommended a place that was some fancy French version of The Cheesecake Factory. The prices were outrageous. Everything was 50 euros plus. As soon as we sat down, we saw the bright lights of freedom. There was a McDonald’s half a block away. In a stealth move, Ms. TPOL left and I followed suit. I entered this establishment of fine dining and found it packed with Parisians. If it’s good enough for locals, it’s good enough for me. Similar to my experience at the Olive Garden NYC, I knew I had made the right dining choice.
I used the automated machine and placed my order. One day, this clever creation is going to cost fast food workers their job. That day was not today as I had the same pin problem that I had at the train station. No matter, I went up to the counter and ordered. Moments later I was back in the Uber and at the PH showcasing the treasure I’ve found.