We had a McDonald's once. It was in Estonia. Didn't think much of it, but I may well, as ever, be in the minority.
You lot were talking about fish and chips the other day. Mrs C has never had fish and chips.
The nearest we got was when were on holiday once, perhaps thirty years ago, with her parents and her sister. I suggested fish and chips one night. They all kind of thought long and hard, then said ok.
When we got to the carpark, nobody got out of the car, then one of them said "I don't think I'd like fish and chips". They all agreed so we went home again. To the best of my knowledge, none of them ever tried them.
My father in law, now dead, bless him, never tried curry. Or pizza.
Mrs C's uncle, also no longer with us, was a man of very strict habit, to the extent that he bought EXACTLY the same products from the same place once a week, and had EXACTLY the same meal weekly. So on a Tuesday evening he knew he was having two fishfingers and a small piece of white bread, or whatever it was. Made it very simple. He had no headspace for food, preparing it, or probably even enjoying it.
He and my father in law were brought up as (Closed) Plymouth Brethren though, which probably explains a lot.
I'm having fish and chips tonight, though it's a Waitrose pre-prepared thing. I shall enjoy them though.
Last edited by: Crankcase on Tue 5 Nov 19 at 14:25
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