Mickey D's

So, there I am, walking through downtown Dnipropetrovsk, on my way to meet the Director of my school, Maria, to work on my visa when what do I find? Mc-fricken-Donalds!

 It is EVERYWHERE!!! And the best part is that while I waited of Maria outside the fast food joint, I had the opportunity to talk with some of its patrons. That is right, I walked up to random strangers and told them about the food they were eating. Now, I said it in a nice tone and with a smile and they looked at me blankly, not knowing what a single word that passed my lips meant.

 

Now, after we had worked on my visa a little bit (only to hit a bureaucratic wall) we decided to eat. I thought it would be fun to see how similar the food was. I thought it would be even more fun to order in English. Before I had finished my first sentence the guy had almost melted with the realization that I, yes I, was an American. No doubt, as he would correctly assume, I knew nothing of the Russian language. Yet, he still had to serve me. In fact, his manager was watching over his shoulder! I was having a grand old time. I got 20 Chicken Mc Nuggets for me, a cheese burger for Maria, and fries to share (and separate drinks). After we had taken struggled through the order, both smiling and me almost laughing, Maria revealed to the young cashier that she spoke Russian, and he just about died. We all thought that it was hilarious and he must have said something like "Why didn't YOU order!?!" I'll tell you why, for my enjoyment, for her enjoyment, for his growth, and hopefully your enjoyment now. BTW, this is the great sport of a young man who took my order.

 

 Then we sat down to eat. I didn't get a good picture of the restaurant, but imagine a crowded McDonald's with mirrors for decorations, light weigh silver chairs, a couple TV's, and oh yeah, did I mention crowded? NEVER in my life have I EVER seen SO MANY people clamoring to eat in a Fricken McDonald's! An empty chair remained empty for a [insert clever way of saying short period of time]. As follows are pictures of Maria with our food (she is a healthy eater and this food is NOT healthy so she is hiding her face in shame). The smallish picture is my last McNugget and the box they came in. Then there's me, munching on a McNugget.

 This just goes to show you that even when you are in a city that dwarfs your hometown (over 1 mil vs 3k), and even when you are in another country, you can always find McDonald's to make you feel at home...