I've been to McDonald's three times since coming to Korea. On average, once a month, but in reality, three times in the past week. It tastes about the same but I can't order it plain and I prefer no pickles, onions, tomatoes, mustard, or ketchup. I'd be okay with lettuce.
Each time I've gone, they put in two little packets of ketchup. I'm hoarding these things. Surely they'll go bad but right now they're sitting on the ledge near my sink and stove. Do you want them? I don't. They're for the fries because the burgers come with a glob of ketchup already. Maybe one day, with my wife, we'll be able to switch buns. They only put ketchup on the top bun so she can have my top so each of her bites will be chock full of sesame seeds and I'll take her bottom so my burgers will be flat.
Each time I've gone, they put in two little packets of ketchup. I'm hoarding these things. Surely they'll go bad but right now they're sitting on the ledge near my sink and stove. Do you want them? I don't. They're for the fries because the burgers come with a glob of ketchup already. Maybe one day, with my wife, we'll be able to switch buns. They only put ketchup on the top bun so she can have my top so each of her bites will be chock full of sesame seeds and I'll take her bottom so my burgers will be flat.
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