Actually the second reason isn’t always an advantage. At each food opportunity in a new city we (and many others) do the dance of the “menu board”. This involves walking confidently up to the board where menu options are displayed, outside a restaurant. A quick glance to discern if it’s in English. Then a more leisurely perusal as you wait for something to “grab” you (not literally). Then you turn to your partner and say either “well this seems ok”, or “nothing grabs me”, or (whispering) “much too expensive”. Your partner’s reply depends on how many menus you’ve seen for this meal. Less than 6: “ah no, let’s have a look at that one over there”. Between 6 and 10: “em, I think I like the one two streets ago better”. More than 10: “I’m so hungry, this’ll be fine”.
Today for breakfast we gave up the menu board dance…… and went to McDonald’s!
But French McDonald’s is not like Irish McDonald’s, they have espresso machines! And croissants and green tea. Well they do in their McCafe, anyway. Isn’t France great?