I remember a back and forth about going to Paris and eating at McDonalds.
A dude is going to Paris -- and another dude tells him he has to eat at McDonald's like Pulp Fiction says.
Snobby guy jumps in and goes off with 'if you ever find yourself in Paris eating at McDonald's , just skip to the end of your life and blow your brains out. Everything is wasted on you'
'You're supposed to go there and eat snails. Or a maybe a pot of Moules Marinierees with a side of fries and a carafe of chilled white wine at a sidewalk table... or atleast get some escargot and French onion soup in a cafe across from the Louvre while surrounded by a pack of chain-smoking Frenchmen. McDonalds? Fucl< no!'
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