I was standing by the counter in the world's best known chain of "restaurants" waiting for my fries to cook, and a man with a pronounced French accent walked in. He asked for a "Royale Cheese". The two ladies behind the counter looked at him blankly. He asked again. Same response. So then he said "Big Mac". I intervened.
"You mean a big cheeseburger, right?"
"Yes"
"(to staff) He wants a Quarter Pounder With Cheese."
"Why do they have different names in different countries?"
"If you ever see Pulp Fiction in English..."
"Ah yes! I know what you mean."
So that's how Quentin Tarantino and I got a Frenchman the burger he really wanted.
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