Quick is a fast food chain that originated in Belgium, but is now French owned. It is essentially the equivalent of a Wendy's, Burger King, or McDonald's, and is so prevalent that the boyfriend's mom was surprised to hear that we don't have the franchise in the U.S. as well. Besides having pink toilet paper in the public restroom (I know, I cannot get over colored toilet paper), there isn't anything particularly special about their products. They do not salt their fries, and they sell Fanta without bubbles. What is strange, at least from an American perspective, is how slow Quick is. Fast food restaurants in France do not have automated ordering systems. In the U.S., you order, pay, get a number, and wait for your food to be called. In France, you order, stand in front of the register, watch your cashier assemble your order on trays, and then pay. The food is pre-made by workers in the back, but the system puts a lot of stress on the cashier, and the line can get rather long. That said, Quick will always have a soft spot in my heart because they gave me the sweet elixir that is French Sprite (the BF ordered it and offered me some). It tastes nothing like American Sprite as it isn't very sweet. It leaves me breathless, thus I am to inept to put its carbonated greatness into prose. Just do yourself a favor, if you come to France, order yourself a Sprite.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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