118 Fore Street, Edmonton, N18 2XA

Don’t judge me, okay? It was late at night, I desperately needed to pee and I was stuck on the A406 because the M25 was closed. McDonalds was a beacon of bright lights and plastic and I embraced it.

The tea was surprisingly good. Hot and cheap and much needed. The guy behind the counter gave me two pots of milk and I thought ‘Oh, just what I need, too little milk’. I must have been less subtle than I thought because he then gave me another four pots. Excellent.

While I was reading my book (The thirteenth tale by Diana Setterfield – I’d recommend it) and sipping my tea a guy came in with a guitar. I don’t know what he said to the people at the counter but the music was turned off and he started to play and sing a song. Everyone clapped along, some sang along and at the end he got a paper bag of food. Odd, but made me smile.

Teapot? Seriously? No.
Leaf tea? No.
Milk jug? No.
Price? £2.80 something for fries, cheeseburger and tea.
Cake? No. McFlurry?
Go again? Not unless I’m stuck on a road somewhere.