When I was in Paris, I ate at McDonalds once for two reasons: * Pulp Fiction (Royale with cheese! Had to do it) * I was kind of exhausted from trying to find

When I was in Paris, I ate at McDonalds once for two reasons: * Pulp Fiction (Royale with cheese! Had to do it) * I was kind of exhausted from trying to find something substantial to eat (lots of lightweight fare, not great for big ol Americans like myself) and the language hurdles involved in doing so. I mean, most people speak English to some degree but it's not the smoothest process