McDonald's, dear old McDonald's. How many times have the Golden Arches loomed in my path? How many trillions have been served? (I must admit that I am responsible for a small, very small, part of that.) I remember, as though it were yesterday, when it was way down in the millions and Gheorghiu-Dej wasn't even thinking about a Big Mac and fries. Even though there is a lovely outdoor café setting here, I just can't do it. I can't go in, especially not after the delicious and healthy breakfast I just finished at the hotel.