For all you non-Francophones out there, a Royal Cheese is a Quarter-Pounder With Cheese.
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Tres bien...
i can't say finding a MacDonalds is the first thing we do when we get to Paris. but after about 5 days of foreign food, we start really craving something from BK, KFC, or McD.
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