My weirdest American fast food experience was at a McDonalds in Italy.
I had just arrived on the train, was exhausted, and ordered a burger. Then I saw the coffee bar. WOW. I ordered a cappuccino with my burger, and the worker looked at me funny, but went over to the non-staffed coffee bar and made one for me. It was amazing.
As I was eating and drinking my coffee, a woman from across the restaurant couldn’t stop staring at me. She looked pissed. She finally made her way over to me, picked up my coffee, and set it farther away from my my meal. “COFFEE AFTER!” she said in a thick accent.
The woman was so bothered that I was drinking my coffee along with my meal and not after I had finished it that she nearly blew a fuse.
I was so stunned that I complied and saved the rest of it until after, I mean, I was new in Italy and wanted to make sure the police wouldn’t arrest me for it or something. But all I could think of for the rest of my time there was “Ma’am, this is a MCDONALDS.”
My weirdest American fast food experience was at a McDonalds in Italy.
I had just arrived on the train, was exhausted, and ordered a burger. Then I saw the coffee bar. WOW. I ordered a cappuccino with my burger, and the worker looked at me funny, but went over to the non-staffed coffee bar and made one for me. It was amazing.
As I was eating and drinking my coffee, a woman from across the restaurant couldn’t stop staring at me. She looked pissed. She finally made her way over to me, picked up my coffee, and set it farther away from my my meal. “COFFEE AFTER!” she said in a thick accent.
The woman was so bothered that I was drinking my coffee along with my meal and not after I had finished it that she nearly blew a fuse.
I was so stunned that I complied and saved the rest of it until after, I mean, I was new in Italy and wanted to make sure the police wouldn’t arrest me for it or something. But all I could think of for the rest of my time there was “Ma’am, this is a MCDONALDS.”