nothin like travelin to another hemisphere, and seven or eight hours into the past, only to eat at… the same fast-food joint thats around the block from your house. 

i mean, i get it, the whole pulp fiction little differences thing.  but for my money [and time, more], its better to look around for the places the locals go when they want goodass food. 

and to hell with mcdonalds.  boo. 

i mean, it aint the worst out there, but its the kinda thing you eat when the only alternative is a gas station. 

[edit]  typo fix. 

true. 

still.