I just want to debunk a rumour right now.
The French eat fast food. Regardless of what you may have read or learned about gourmet cuisine in France, there is a dark side that thrives on fast food. It's called children and their harassed, exhausted mothers.
Especially on Wednesdays. And especially if that fast food place has a play area.
Have a I whined before about how Wednesdays really are the worst day of the week? How it's the day that mothers or grandparents around this beautiful country are stuck, er I mean, lucky enough to have their children all to themselves for the day?
When the weather starts to change, as it does in the beginning of October, the outdoor options become limited. Hence why the indoor play area at the local fast food joint is beyond packed on a Wednesday.
There you'll find the most perfectly dressed and manicured mothers, carrying trays of Happy Meals and ice cream to the screaming hoards of disheveled children who are flinging and hurling themselves around the play area. The poetry of chaos in motion.
I still remember how when I first went to the local McDonald's, I tried, in my best French, to order a Happy Meal and chicken nuggets.
"un 'Appy Meeel avec nougats, s'il vous plait."
The woman at the counter looked at me like I had seven heads.
Who was I kidding? I was trying to French-ify a very American item. Why didn't they understand me?!? I tried again.
"Haappy Meal avec le chiekan, s'il vous plait."
Again, the blank stare.
Finally, after a few tries a very kind, very well dressed, French mother helped me to order my son his precious box of gold.
That very kind mother knew how important it was for me to get that Happy Meal. How important it was to my sanity and that far reaching goal of peace on earth. One mother, one Happy Meal at a time.
It's a nightmare in there on Wednesdays, there is no doubt, but it's worth every bit of the mayhem.
The universal truth behind being able to let your kids go nuts somewhere other than your house.
Viva Mac Do!