I absolutely abhor McDonalds. Having read multiple books (e.g. Fast Food Nation, Don't Eat This Book, and Omnivore's Dilemma) that provide insight into McDonald's questionable food processing motives and techniques, not to mention the total lack of appeal of their food, I refuse to set foot into any their restaurants. In fact, I won't even eat at Chipotle because they spawned from the Evil Empire that is Mickey-D's. Imagine my surprise then when Dave suggested that we get a snack at a McDonald's in Croatia and I found myself willing to pass through the golden arches.
My consolation for agreeing to subject my body to this culinary assult was the hope that the menu contained something that was exclusive to this part of the world in an effort to impart a unique twist to the experience. Once in the door, I was disappointed to find the menu to be very familiar in content (Pulp Fiction fans rejoice, they serve the Royal Cheese in Croatia). Dismayed, I had to settle for the Chicken McNuggets with curry sauce. While I would like to say the experience was enlightening, it was just like any other McMeal - the fries were bland and artificial tasting, the curry sauce tasted like they just mixed a few of the other sauces together and died it yellow, and I left with feelings of nausea. I still feel like there's a Kuato in my stomach trying to punch its way out.