Now the eating experience. Have I ever shared with you about fast food in Latin America? It's a strange experience. It's not the same as what I remember it being stateside.
Back home fast food is McDonalds 33 cent ice cream after boy scouts (it was a while ago), it's Sonics 25 cent corndogs before the friday night high school foot ball game (also it's been a while), or just just about any chain you can think of that has a dollar meal menu which was a second home of sorts during my college years.
As soon as you go south of the Rio Bravo (Rio Grande to us from the US) the story changes. Fast food goes from being a greasy second resort to a date worthy experience. Today under the golden arches I saw 1. few people with their laptops out 2. employees that looked fit to walk into any white collar job 3. an airconditioned play room that made me more than a little jealous and 4. one fella even rolled up with a bottle of wine at McDonalds?!
I don't get it but I do enjoy it, only occasionally though, fine dining isn't cheap!
That was two days ago.
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