By my faith, I was greatly astonished by the tavern called McDonald's in the Vandoeuvre region. No sooner had I crossed the threshold than I heard the sweet hum of the ovens and smelled the sacred aromas of the round bun and grilled meats.
The tavern keepers, valiant and diligent, served me in less time than it takes to loose an arrow. The Big Mac, a noble three-tiered treat, was worthy of a king's banquet. As for the fries, golden like the gold in the ducal coffers, they crunched under my teeth like dry wood beneath my steed's hoof.
The place is spacious, not too noisy, and one can satisfy one's hunger there before resuming the daily quest. I will return, on my knight's honor, and recommend this establishment to any traveler in search of good food and courteous service.
May God protect this noble tavern and those who work there!