I remember my first ever MacD's experience, in the west end of London, around 1977/78. It felt incredibly 'American' in it's vibe. It became an essential part of the 'night out in London' experience from then on, along with a visit to the Marquee or somewhere, and copious amounts of alcohol About once every couple of years or so, I still find myself at a drive-though at silly o'clock in the morning on my way home from some event, party or other, with an absolute overwhelming necessity to devour a Big Mac. Or 2. A rare guilty pleasure, so please don't tell my doctor.