So I have made the mistake of visiting a MacD twice, in the relatively short timespan of 6 weeks, but at geographically diverse locations (for the record, Lisbon, pt and Zurich, ch).
And the 'best' thing I have to say about it is that their quality is, indeed, consistent, where-ever you find them.
Both served me chewy, lukewarm, french fries, a soft drink that may have, at some time, been carbonated and a sandwhich that seemed a chemical byproduct from Union-Carbide.
So, while I seem to have difficulty in keeping to it, I, once again, vow to principally disregard MacD and chastise any one who suggests the name in the context of food.
