McDonalds at a Shibuya strip

About 3 and half years ago I was at this "MickeyDeez" with my classmates Han and Rob for our first night ever clubbing in Japan. While we were chilling in the basement floor for Han to finish his French Frie craving. 3 B-Gurls come to the spot with the boom box bumping and breaking off dance moves like ABDC. It was my first taste of Hiphop in Japan and I loved it, plus them Shorties were fly. Rob, Han, and I had a blast hanging with them until we hit a all you can drink club named pure (which I could not find on this travel, probably got replaced along with that huge Starbucks that became Cheesecake cafe, which is alot like the starbucks but with Cheesecake! Yummy) after I got trashed and partied so hard I could hardly stand I returned the morning of after leaving the club to that McDonalds and decided to order a chicken sandwich. I order it and soon as  the cashier turns around to give the order he looks back to see me passed out in front of the register. I quickly get up cause I feel I need to keep the blood moving to stay awake and leave the McDonalds and chill in front of it like I'm dealing narcotics with fries. I come back to see if my chicken was ready. Once again when the cashier turned around to check on my food he looks back to see me passed out again on the counter. This time I just get up and decide to stay in my Ronald McDonald drugdealing spot with fresh air until the cashier calls me for my food. I get the chicken sandwich and don't even eat it cause if I don't go home to Yokohama now, I'll be sleeping in the Shibuya streets like a drunk business man barely making ends meat. I go home, pass out and wake up 8 hours later to throw away my cold nasty chicken sandwich.

Moral of the story: eat at Mos Burger (not available in the states)