"Keep your eyes on your fries," my Canadian uncle warned me on my inaugural visit to a fast food restaurant called McDonalds back in the early 80s.
He was surely referring to the gannet-like behaviour of my older 12 year-old cousin, who was a genuine candidate for one of those summer "Fat Camps" that are all the rage in North America.
I was ready for that potential chip thief and watched her like a hawk as I tucked into a delicious type of meal of which I had never seen or tasted the like of growing up in the UK.
Imagine my horror when my younger 6 year-old cousin caught me totally unawares and slipped in on the blind side from the other …
