my happy meal at Mc Donald’s
As my daughter is working at a McDonald’s close to Paris-Dauphine [as a summer job], I did a neighbour visit two days ago and had a salad there! While there was nothing exciting about the salad, it was my first meal at McDonald’s for at least twenty-five years (although I may have had an occasional tea there in the meanwhile) and there was nothing wrong either. Judging solely from my daughter’s (limited) experience, I am actually impressed by the degree of Taylorism in the preparation and handling of food and the management of staff. Not that I am contemplating getting back to this chain in the next twenty years, for the food served there remains junk food, but the industrial size of the company means that health and safety regulations and labour laws are more likely to be respected there than in a small local restaurant. Again judging solely from my daughter’s experience.
In an apt contrast, we went to celebrate her admission to the medical school last weekend and picked a bento restaurant in Le Marais that had good press. And was open on a Sunday evening. The place is called Nanashis and looks like an immense railways dinning hall. Somewhat noisy but ultimately not unpleasant. And very good if pricey soba cold noodles. (Just avoid the wine. And possibly the deserts since our homemade matcha cake can compete with theirs!)