I got so hungry I ordered an omelette, figuring they'd cook it at a high enough temperature to kill it off. But of course I became so thirsty that finally I stuck my hand out behind me and asked them to hand me a glass of water without letting me see where it came from. Whether they did it because they understood your health precautions and were deliberately circumventing them, or just on the principle that the customer is always wrong, I never discovered. Clearly a McDonald's would have served better and more sanitary food. With Two Heads might be playing at a drive-in somewhere in Arkansas.
Variety is charming.
When I was in Srinigar, the bookstore had a wide selection but the books were almost completely unsorted. When I asked if they'd ever thought of arranging them alphabetically by author, they laughed as hard at me as I did at them. Identical Big Macs from Montreal to Mandalay isn't. I've never subscribed to the notion that people are better elsewhere, but at least variety in lifestyles throws some light on one's own, and it even holds out the hope that somewhere, someone has found a better way. That hope vanishes if you get to Kathmandu, as I fear you now might, only to find a big marquee advertisement for Bride of Chuckie, and a French president in the audience munching away on a Big Mac.