Paris

By the time I actually checked into my room and had a shower and all that jazz, the craving for fabulous French food gave place to the basic instinct to have a quick bite and go to bed. Couldn't really face the hassle of finding a table, going through elaborate menus, waiting for food...
So, completely ignoring how pathetic it looks, I walked into the nearest McDonalds, ordered a quarter pounder meal and was out the door within ten minutes. And yes- I do realise that it's one of those things better kept to yourself, but we're all friends here, and friends don't judge!
I decided to pass it off as my homage to Pulp Fiction and J Travolta. Royal with cheese, you know...