I am going to coin a new term. Texas does everything bigger. Florida does everything weirder. Your garden variety McDonald’s is turned into a neon wonderland:
In Ronald we trust:
World’s best place?:
The inside is a total disappointment. No, just kidding:
I wanna be big, big I tell you!:
The moon was singing Chuck Berry’s “Rock & Roll music”:
We’re in Florida, so we need a gator:
The hand the holds the hamburger rules the world:
Finally, one nation under Ronald:
Look at these hipsters at this edgy Stockholm cafe:
Wait, something is a little different about this cafe. Actually, there is a lot different.
Baby carrots? BABY CARROTS? I’m from America, Stockholm McDonalds employees with your perfect English. We’re lucky they don’t give us a deep fried block of fat with our meal. Oh, wait, the fries. My Swedish Big Mac, tasted like the Big Mac I had a couple of weeks ago in South Street Seaport, but the carrots, were, kind of, um, unbelievable. And, I got a Ramlosa to drink with it, aka a spring water.
The Golden Arches, there where you need them.
Of course, there is always the suck nearby:
But this I thought just looked really Swedish. Or, as my friend put it “yeah, Europe.” Yeah, I guess it is Europe, after all.
wrong side of the camera 