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Confessions Of Bad Girl – I Went To A McDonalds In Naples

January 4, 2011
Just Say No to McDonalds

“Are you serious? You visited a McDonalds while you were Naples? You do know that Naples is the ‘motherland’ of pizza, right? You do know that Italy is internationally renowned for it’s gourmet cuisine and fine wine?”  You shake your head in disgust and wonder how could I have committed such a blasphemous and sacrilegious act. You mull it over even more and shout out “The slow food movement originated there!  How could you?”  You think it’s almost as bad as buying a coffee from Star Bucks while you’re in Vienna with famous cafes like Demel at your disposal.

I agree,  but unfortunately it’s true. You read my subject line correctly. I did go to a McDonalds when I was in Naples back in September 2010.  I hang my head in shame.  I’m embarrassed.

Just Say No to McDonalds

Just Say No to McDonalds

Yet, before you cast judgment, let me tell you what happened …

The day began with me waking up in a fairy tale like villa in the small medieval town of Soriano Nel Cimino, Italy.

Charming Villa in Soriano Nel Cimino

Charming Villa in Soriano Nel Cimino

Soriano Nel Cimino

Soriano Nel Cimino

I was actually staying there as I was taking part in a 4 day long food/wine focused tour with Culture Discovery that included cooking classes, wine tastings, home cooked meals made by locals and excursions to Tuscany and Umbria.  This dream-come-true experience was what made me decide to come to Italy in the first place, in fact my entire vacation was centered around that tour. While my times in Rome and the Amalfi Coast were very lovely, they paled in comparison to my time in Soriano.  The way to my heart is very clearly through wine and food.

Wine Tastings

Wine Tastings

Culinary Delights

Culinary Delights

Wine Cellars in Castles

Wine Cellars in Castles

Monasteries In The Tuscan Country Side

Monasteries In The Tuscan Country Side

Do you have a little more respect for me now? Can you see that I am not really a McDonalds type? I used to be when I was younger but my taste in food and drink has matured and become more sophisticated in recent years. At least I’d like to think so!

On a side note, do you like these photos? Would such a tour delight you as it did me? If you’re “feeling it”, I highly encourage you to visit the Culture Discovery web site and think about taking a vacation with them. It’s not something you’ll regret, trust me.

That morning we had our final cooking class which culminated with the group having a farewell lunch together, eating the delicious food we cooked earlier.

Later on, we were dropped off at the closest train station in Orte, where we parted ways and continued on with our respective journeys. I was headed to Naples, where a driver would be waiting to take me further South to Positano, a picturesque town on the Amalfi Coast.

Positano, Italy

Positano, Italy

After almost having my luggage stolen in Rome and receiving further coaching as how not to be an “obvious tourist” (my favorite tip is not sport fanny packs),  I was ready for the long 5 hour train ride down to Naples. I felt like a professional, ready for anything, a seasoned veteran of travel who couldn’t be conned. No one was going to come close to stealing my luggage this time, no one! Since then, I’ve even penned a rather humorous blog post offering advice about how to experience stress free train travel while in Italy.

I boarded the train, resolved to not leave my luggage in the storage areas provided at the end of each car. People can easily make off with your belongings if you’re not watching!  I dragged my mammoth, heavy suitcase along with me to my seat. Apparently a trip to Italy required me bringing my entire wardrobe and six pairs of shoes (a pair of converse, ballet flats, boots, strappy high heel sandals etc.) Yes, I’m a notorious over-packer and a tad high-maintenance.

For the duration of the ride, I didn’t move from my seat. Not even when I had to go to the bathroom. I was not about to leave my luggage unattended. Like Fox Mulder, I trusted no one.

Yes, I'm A Sci-Fi Fan Who Loves Using Nerdy References

Yes, I'm A Sci-Fi Fan Who Loves Using Nerdy References

By the time I arrived in Naples, I was dying. I really had to go. My plans were to hand the driver my luggage and ask him to wait. While I am not a fan of public bathrooms in general, there was no way I could wait until we reached Positano, which was approximately a 90 minute drive away.

The driver told me the bathrooms in the station were gross and advised me not to use them. He smiled and said “Go into McDonalds. They keep the bathroom clean for the tourists.”

This is how I came to visit a McDonalds in Naples. I didn’t go there to eat a meal. I wasn’t trying to be cool, Pulp Fiction style and find out what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in Italy. I went to McDonalds to use the bathroom.

Royale With Cheese, A Quarter Pounder in France

Royale With Cheese, A Quarter Pounder With Cheese in France

I dashed inside and headed straight for the toilets. The door was locked. I couldn’t get in. A security guard informed me that I needed to enter a special code in gain access to the bathroom.  He instructed me to proceed to the ordering counter to obtain the code. With him standing there, I couldn’t even sneak in with someone else.

Curious as to why there was a security guard in a place frequented by children and families, but too desperate to give it further thought, I got in line.  Minutes dragged. Of course the place was super busy. Finally, I was at the front of the line and I asked for the “secret” code. I was told I needed to buy something.

What? Seriously? There was no way that I was going to buy food from McDonalds while I was in Italy. First of all, I have principles and second of all, I had plans for a seaside dinner in Positano and wasn’t about to spoil my appetite.

So, I ordered a drink. I received a small, tiny, little bottle of Tropicana orange juice which cost me €4, equaling approximately $5.25 Canadian. For this price, I could have bought an entire carton at home. I was amazed. I had just paid over $5 Canadian for the privilege of going to the bathroom.

In Napoli, A Scam For Overpriced OJ

In Napoli, A Scam For Overpriced OJ

I ran off to the bathroom, punched in a complicated 5-6 digit code and found relief! Phew.

Well, there you have it, my bad girl confession about how I came to visit a McDonalds in Naples.  Was I duped? Did I really need to buy something in order to gain admittence? Perhaps. Yet, I’d do it all again.  Do you have a similar confession to share? Leave a comment below. I’d love to hear your humorous tale!

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  • Reply Ayngelina January 4, 2011 at 7:58 pm

    If it makes you feel better I went in Paris. First time admitting that!

  • Reply Pete January 6, 2011 at 4:12 am

    Ha ha! Great Story!

    The first thing I did on my first trip to Asia (well, the Asian side of Istanbul, which is still _technically_ Asia 😉 ) was to find the Golden Arches, the international side for a free toilet. However, like you, I found a guy guarding it (in this case a teenager who was obviously really bored). I did the only thing I could, I bought a happy meal. There. I’ve said it. A happy meal. After that, I went off and did all the cultural things of course, the fish market, the cool underground bar with live music etc. But now, whenever I think of Istanbul, I have to find my happy meal toy, a little cuddly panda, Elma Çay, who is one of my fondest mementos of Istanbul 😉

    • Reply Cheryl Howard January 6, 2011 at 12:02 pm

      Ha ha! I love how I’m bringing out other people’s confessions about eating at McDonalds in places where this is such food to be had. Love your story and so happy to hear you enjoyed Istanbul. After reading so many travel blogs and talking to people who have visited or lived in Turkey, I can’t wait to see it for myself!

  • Reply Scott January 6, 2011 at 4:18 pm

    Funny thing is I actually think I spend more time at McDonald’s abroad then at home. The Wifi in The Netherlands is an amazing touch that has kept me there for hours at a time!

    • Reply Cheryl Howard January 6, 2011 at 5:03 pm

      I think the free wi-fi is their cheap trick to get you to buy more Big Macs! 😛

  • Reply Liana @ femme fraiche January 8, 2011 at 3:51 pm

    Hahaha I totally used that same bathroom in the Naples train station!! The one on the second floor!?! I think we had to buy a pop too!! I can’t remember. But I’ve totally had McDonalds while in Europe! Once in Venice, once in Paris….

    …sometimes I crave my North American roots!:)

    • Reply Cheryl Howard January 8, 2011 at 5:37 pm

      That’s hilarious! Quite the scam they got going … perhaps they leave the bathrooms in the train station dirty on purpose.

      I eat at McDonalds from time-to-time too but I do try to avoid as much as possible. 🙂

  • Reply Chris - The Aussie Nomad January 16, 2011 at 12:35 pm

    I’m a serial offender in the fast food chains while abroad so far. I wasn’t going there to eat though, I wanted their free wifi. So don’t feel too bad, we all do it just few are willing to own up to it.

    • Reply Cheryl Howard January 16, 2011 at 3:58 pm

      Free wi-fi is certainly a good reason to hit up a fast food joint.

      If I’m ever living abroad, I’m sure that after some time passes, I’ll end up at a McDonalds.

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  • Reply Kathleen Medina August 30, 2014 at 8:52 am

    I came to live in Germany a year ago and I told myself I wouldn’t eat at American fast food places but that only lasted a few months and I’m actually currently in Naples and the first meal I had hear was McDonalds. #oops

    • Reply Cheryl Howard August 30, 2014 at 11:32 am

      Hey Kathleen – It’s hard when you start to miss home. I met a New Yorker in Rome who confessed to me he went to Hard Rock Cafe after two weeks in Italy. He just wanted to have a burger and was sick of eating pasta.

      Hope you enjoyed your meal. 🙂

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