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I imagined myself, a tourist in the Soviet Union, sitting in the window of a local Moscow McDonald's restaurant, with my usual Big Mac, large fries and milk. Soft music was playing, dreamy classical Russian waltzes, interrupted periodically by short messages from the ministry of information. Lo...

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Published inKingston Whig-standard (1993)
Main Author Amodeo, Michael
Format Newspaper Article
LanguageEnglish
Published Kingston, Ont Postmedia Network Inc 29.09.1987
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Summary:I imagined myself, a tourist in the Soviet Union, sitting in the window of a local Moscow McDonald's restaurant, with my usual Big Mac, large fries and milk. Soft music was playing, dreamy classical Russian waltzes, interrupted periodically by short messages from the ministry of information. Looking out on Red Square I watched the latest military hardware trundle along on long, camouflage-green trucks. Sleek, silver-grey, needle-nosed rockets gleamed dully under an overcast sky. Out on the front lawn, Ronald McDonald, in his colorful, striped costume, didn't seem to have his accustomed happy face as he surveyed this dreary scene. Inside, the restaurant looked much the same as one back home, with its shiny red chairs and squeaky-clean floors. The girls behind the counter, a little chunky by our standards, had almost mastered the McDonald's smile. The place was filled with tourists, bedraggled, carrying bags and cameras. Just as I was wondering whether the ordinary Russian citizen could afford to eat at McDonald's, a middle-aged Russian lady sat down at the next table.
ISSN:0839-0754