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Posted on January 30, By Revival Dreamers. Velvet rope, security and an overflowing line packed with anxiously waiting onlookers, is what I encountered on my way to take the train one day at Saint Lazare station. What could this be for? Is there an opening of a new store, restaurant or a possible celebrity sighting? These are the questions I asked myself as I passed by the extensive line wrapping back to the front of Starbucks on the top level.
The line was protected with thick red velvet ropes as at any hot nightclub and headed with security guards wearing bright orange armbands. When I stopped to turn to the right to see where the front of the line began, nothing could have prepared me, especially as an American for what I saw. The first anxious Parisian Whopper consumers in December. Velvet rope and security guards are not the first symbols I relate to Burger King but in Paris, they are the first thing any Parisian will tell you about the fast food giant.
Saint Lazare station, which traffics trains to the Parisian suburbs, metro lines and houses a trendy mall throughout its three stories, sees hundreds of thousands of people each day.
Music, television and restaurants are all restricted to certain quantity. As an American, we dream of enduring a place like France where escargot, caviar and specialty formage flows like wine. We obsessively grasp every photo-opt possible, while drooling with envy over our magnificent foie gras meals.
Except for Starbucks, as it was in other countries such as, Germany, Dunkin Donuts, Starbucks, Burger King all claimed a presence as if you were in Grand Central station. One of my many Dunkin Donuts finds in Berlin, Germany.