In Amsterdam last summer my husband and I stayed at a local hotel on the little side street next to the Marriott. Every morning he insisted on hoofing it over to the McDonald's several blocks away for his morning caffeine fix. I would stand outside feeling disgusted and looking utterly bored. Guess I would rather die than go inside a Golden Arches Country Club overseas. However, I have to admit that I did allow him to bring me a Diet Coke a couple of times, but I refused to go in there myself and I drank it down as fast as possible and got rid of the evidence (er, cup) FAST...
