Le Royal Deluxe
by Liv | Published on June 2nd, 2010, 3:27 pm | Food
Of course the above line is the infamous line from Pulp Fiction where John Travolta's character explains how the American Quarter Pounder became Le Royal Cheese when it emmigrated to France.
Jules: Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?
Brett: No.
Jules: Tell him, Vincent.
Vincent: Royale with cheese.
Jules: Royale with cheese. Do you know why they call it a Royale with cheese?
Brett: Because of the metric system?
Of course more recently I watched the movie "From Paris with Love" where Travolta: a shoot-em-up American agent, takes a break from terrorism for a Royal Deluxe. The movie was complete crap, but that one darn ironic line has made me about mad for a Royal Deluxe since I've watched it. Craving it like a mad woman... Luckily I went on a 3.5 mile bike ride today, followed by a 1 mile walk and I decided it was time to allow myself McDonald's for lunch. Of course in the backwoods of central North Carolina, the closest I'll come to the French version of the Royal Deluxe is the oddly coincidentally named Angus Deluxe. It's a suitable replacement to its French counterpart due to it's high-end mayonnaise, (also high calorie). Burgers are burgers, but the French know their mayonnaise, and this one (the American one) mixed with mustard is spot on. (Though the sandwich is 1/3 lb not a 1/4 for us U.S. fatties.) I mean, hold up- wait a minute... Is the American's symbol of fast food secretly disguising a French favorite, the burger every French person loves... as an American item without a disclaimer? "Warning you're about to eat a burger that will infect you with Obama care and make you a socialist!" What? Hmmm... that's almost treason. I guess for now they're enough different to keep most Americans confused, while I, if I squint real hard looking at Chiquita- my toothless slobbering drive-thru concierge, can pretend I'm on Avenue des Champs Elysees noshing on a Royal Deluxe.