You Got Served
August 5th, 2007 at 22:31
As you might imagine, being in Paris, we spent a lot of time milling about in cafés, bars are restaurants. Whilst they all had a lot in common (they all tended to be expensive), the quality of the service we received varied.
We were in a restaurant near Saint Sulpice the day before we came home where on handing us the menus, the waiter visibly sighed and had an expression on his face that implied we’d just inconvenienced him. He bought some complementary bread sticks to the table and just chucked them down, again sighing loudly. When we got around to ordering though, he seemed to cheer up a bit though – presumably because he then knew how much money he was going to make off of us.
The barman in the Jazz club we went to on three of the nights was much better. His gimmick seemed to do be doing things with an unnecessary degree of haste. He made a great show of whipping the cap off of a bottle of Coke and throwing it into the bin, and he’d spin glass bottles of Orangina in the air to mix up the stuff.
I think the language barrier was a bit of a problem though. Its a bit dis-heartening to find that the French don’t understand your B-grade GCSE calibre grasp of French. Bizarrely, they don’t understand the words “un Coca-Cola s’il vous plait”, despite “Coca-Cola” being written on the bottle. So you have to call it “un coca”, as my French teacher always called it. What I wasn’t taught though was that “Coca” is pronounced “Cockka” (rhymes with Otter), and not “Cohw-kah“, like the actual product.
JD didn’t seem to have this problem. He’d always interject and say the exact same thing as what I’d said and the waiter would knowingly nod and understand what I wanted. By the end of the holiday JD was laughing and joking in French about his manly cocktail:
“Trés masculine, non?”
“[jibberish]”
“[laughter]“
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