Shinjuku

I wanted to show you what a Japanese McDonald’s looks like. Next time you’re in your fast-food joint of choice with an indignant teenager glaring at you, muttering, “what do you want”, imagine a land where attractive young women in impeccable uniforms greet you cheerfully, address you respectfully, and bow to you when you order your quarter pounder with cheese. Granted, not all fast food restaurants in the USA are so bad, and not all of them in Japan are so nice. But there’s a definite disparity. The only thing I really hate is when I walk in and as soon as they look at me I can sense their “white person alarm” go off and they pull out the English menu. I’m usually tempted to tell them I don’t know English and act all offended, but I usually just make a point of showing off my Japanese skills instead.