McMananero

That's what I ate this morning while I check my email at my "new office:" McDonald's.

Yes, my internet is currently down at home. Which sucks. But does it suck as bad as the Paraguayan form of McDonald's breakfast? Mmm. That's close. The coffee is good...probably the best I've had in Paraguay (and they'll give you a real cup of it, unlike most places; black even, if you ask for it). The medialuna (croissant) was actually to my taste, too. But...

Well, no pancakes, syrup, hashbrowns, sausage, biscuits, McMuffins, English muffin...um...

The McMananero was kind of like a McGriddle (I think) but devoid of flavor.

They have a grilled cheese sammy (with or without ham) that looks terrible even on its poster (it's called a "tostado" but it's just McD's version of the local mixto).

And they have the ever-famous cheeseburger and orange juice combo.

*barf*

Okay, so...not exactly a "touch of home." I should have known better, but I had such HOPE when I found out the place served breakfast the other day (a rarity here), that I...*sigh*. Dashed hopes...again.

How I miss the Baranoff.

Anyway, the good thing about no internet means I'm now getting some writing done without distraction (I've watched 18-19 episodes of Black-ish on Netflix the last week. Damn fine television that, truly...though I wonder if the humor is as poignant for people other than Gen-X fathers in long-term marriages like myself. Still, great acting and very funny writing...and, yes, I have seen Modern Family. This one hits closer to home for me, despite the obvious race difference). Thank goodness I can't follow the local baseball team on TV...I hear they're pretty good this year.

Sorry...digression.

I'll write more about my current projects/progress once I'm back on-line. Right now I've got to go find some chipa to wash this crap flavor from my mouth. Ble-ach!

I AM taking the coffee, though. Later.