This reminds me of a roast beef sandwich I ordered in the UK, at an lunch place (near Hampton Court of all places) that boasted American style food. It was a thick slab of beef on plain Wonderbread smeared with butter.
I too ate at a Burger King in Madrid. For me, it was that I was too jet-lagged and exhausted (having just arrived) to navigate a tapas bar and of course no restaurants were open at the ridiculous hour of 9 p.m.
It did indeed taste like any other Whopper.
This reminds me of a time in Sevilla with my then teenaged daughter. After weeks of jamon, cathedrals, olivas and museums, the poor kid just wanted a burger and fries. We found a McDonalds and both agreed it tasted better than any McD stateside. Thanks for the memories.
This reminds me of a roast beef sandwich I ordered in the UK, at an lunch place (near Hampton Court of all places) that boasted American style food. It was a thick slab of beef on plain Wonderbread smeared with butter.
I too ate at a Burger King in Madrid. For me, it was that I was too jet-lagged and exhausted (having just arrived) to navigate a tapas bar and of course no restaurants were open at the ridiculous hour of 9 p.m.
It did indeed taste like any other Whopper.
This reminds me of a time in Sevilla with my then teenaged daughter. After weeks of jamon, cathedrals, olivas and museums, the poor kid just wanted a burger and fries. We found a McDonalds and both agreed it tasted better than any McD stateside. Thanks for the memories.