Think before you sneer at traveling Americans who eat at McDonald’s.
Many around the world have the stereotype of the flabby, fanny-pack toting American waddling into a Mickey D’s on the Champs d’Elysee, ordering his familiar burger and fries, and calling it a cultural experience because the burger was called a “Royale with cheese.” Boring. Uncultured. Predictable. We know the routine.