Tangier is a tricky little city to navigate in only 6 hours. And it just so happened that by the time my boyfriend and I were done sight-seeing and our arms were sufficiently worn out from dragging our bags behind us for four hours, all of the restaurants and cafés were closed down for the afternoon. This is typical for the Moroccan food industry. So we walked along the coastline, saw the straights, and continued our quest for nourishment. Just as our vision was starting to blur from the hunger pangs (ok, so maybe I’m exaggerating just a tad), we came across the most magnificent sight our gastrointestinal tracts could have asked for: The Golden Arches.
And we were not the only ones who, at 5pm in the afternoon, were starving. The entire restaurant was packed with people–mostly middle-to-upper class families seeking a sustenance break on a short summer vacation. The weather was perfection, and so we opted to eat outside on the patio. As I had previously sampled the McArabia the previous summer during a trip to Cairo, Egypt, I decided on the McRoyale. From the image on the brightly back-lit menu, the sandwich looked fairly similar to a run-0f-the-mill Quarter Pounder with Cheese.
The main differences appeared to be the addition of lettuce, and an interesting mustard-based sauce that I believe is a mixture of ketchup, mustard, and a slight bit of mayo. It was hot, and delicious. Although it was not an authentic home-cooked meal of fish or kofta tagine, it was the kind of meal that hit the spot and left you feeling warm and happy all over after. This was, of course, accompanied by fat-kid feelings. Anyone who’s ever eaten at McDonalds knows exactly what I mean. The next time you come across a McDonalds in a foreign country, don’t be afraid to take advantage of the interesting and diverse menu. Your fat-kid inside will thank you, because feeding him is important. And, if it’s anything like the McRoyale, it will be delicious for both of you.