Searching for McDonald’s in a Strange Land
The McDonald’s Corporation invites me to search for locations of its restaurants by street, town or country.
Let’s search for Belgium.
USA! USA! USA! USA!
I must wipe off the remnants of this solitary jingoism, this isolationist melange, this je ne sais quoi. I shall search for France.
France cannot be found? Who stole France? Was it you? … or was it the Hamburglar?
I shall attempt to search for Canada. This is not so unlikely. Canada is the fedora sitting atop America’s national brow. Who forgets her hat?
That was not a rhetorical question.