McDonald's in Moscow

Traveling across Russia for one month, I ate some great food and some terrible food and plenty of average food in between. But good, bad or better, I never really had much control over what I was going to eat. Either it was prepared for me without inquiry, or I was ordering blindly from the menu, or a local who speaks English would reassure me by saying something vague like, Don't worry, this place has both kinds of food: meat and fish.

Last night, after three or four days on the train eating instant noodles and mashed potatoes, with some dried fruit and nuts for good measure, I went to McDonald's. It was the first time I was actually able to order off the menu and know exactly what I was getting. I didn't exactly order off the menu, because I still couldn't really read the menu, but McDonald's is pretty much McDonald's, and either way they've got a picture menu. I ate a double cheeseburger, nine-piece chicken nuggets, with large fries and a Coke. The Russian Far East and Siberia, as far as I could tell, does not have McDonald's, and even though Mickey D's is mostly junk, every once in a while it hits the spot, and afterward last night I thought to myself, Охуенно!