One of my passion projects is paying my old friend Ronald McDonald a visit in different countries…read more I've been to a McDonalds in Vietnam, Japan, Italy, Switzerland, Austria, etc.
We weren't planning to go during this Paris trip, but nothing other than Au Pied De Cochon was open late, and we hit that earlier. I'll spare you the details, but it really didn't inspire me. On our last night at 1:13am in Paris, the Golden Arches were there like a lighthouse in a storm.
We walked in with a bottle of red wine, ordered a small feast on the little touch screen, and walked upstairs to take a seat.
We got a 20 piece nuggets (obviously), a couple hamburgers, large fries, a McCrispy for the plot, and 2 Mcflurrys.
I ask one question to you, my dear reader, is anything in life as consistent as a McDonalds 20 piece nuggets? They just don't miss.
Between crisp bites of these golden nuggets dunked in a black pepper sauce that we don't have in the states, I got a little sentimental. Nothing has seen me in every stage of my life like a 20 piece nug has.
They've been there for me between games of middle school basketball tournaments, they were there at my absolute lowest when my first girlfriend shattered my heart into a million pieces, and they were there in the bed of a truck in Palos Verdes when me and my homies were enjoying our last days in our hometown before heading off to our respective colleges.
They've seen my professional career go from production to accounting to real estate brokerage to tech sales. They've seen me pick up and put down countless hobbies: basketball, guitar, writing, a kombucha company, drums, video production, a podcast, voice lessons, making food videos, etc.
If everything else in life is changing, the 20 piece nuggets are always the same. They have seen every iteration of who I am as a man, and for that, I am grateful.
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