We are sophisticates, we are the elite. We have rubbed shoulders with the movers and shakers. So now it is time for confessions. At which exotic locations have you shunned local culture and gone for a Big Mac?
My McDonald's shame began in Lausanne, 30 years ago, when alighting from a train in Switzerland, for my first visit of many, I went straight to the adjacent Golden Arches and quaffed a Fishburger. It was eight in the morning.
Dr Weasel is worse, though there are mitigating circs. Whilst on a freebie (that you pay for) Dr Weasel had a Big Mac and Fries in Helsinki. Bearing in mind that a main meal in Finland is cheese on toast, and a feast is cheese on toast with a dill pickle, she was, by comparison with the local fare, having a blow-out.
Leave your confessions of McShame here. (Or is it just Weasels?)
In search of the Northern Lights
Dr Weasel's next freebie (that you pay for) is in Lake Como in April. She assures me that, rather than go for a pizza, that may include the head of a local hood, she will try and find a Wagamama. And at least there will be no mozzarella contaminated with dioxin, or Mafia-friendly olive oil that is really Duckhams 20/50 with green colouring.