Many years ago I was in the Netherlands on business. Much to my surprise the McDonald's was very crowded. I learned from my client that they charged extra for Ketchup or any condiment and that the natives used mayonnaise on their fries. A few years ago I returned as a tourist. I met up with some folks I knew back when I traveled there. They took me to a restaurant, I think it was called The Happy Bull, for lunch. They served American fare and had a number of varieties of hamburgers and hot dogs. The hamburger I had was excellent.Long time ago -- 1977 -- I was barnstorming across parts of Europe as part of the nearly-obligatory coming-of-age ritual of the times. There I was in Copenhagen: the Carlsberger Glyptotek, Tivoli Garden, caught a live performance of Cirque du Soleil, strolled the markets eating wonderful street food, discovered a red-light district larger than my hometown. Amazing stuff.
While wandering one street what to my wondering eye should appear but a Burger King franchise. I just had to confirm my suspicions, so I opened the door and looked in. Full of North American tourists, scarfing burgers and fries, with a couple of tables of Danes clearly bemused by the "quality" of the food, the quantity of it, and the way some people could pack it all away.
Walked straight outta there, bought myself a jug of beer, and sat on a park bench for a while to recombobulate.
O.H.