I was going to write a quick thing about eating at a restaurant next door to where Moliere lived, or about how the French really like their beef rare, but I just spent an hour - and I am not exaggerating - waiting for my check. I asked for it four times - four times! - and NEVER got it. What the hell? I know that French service is legendarily bad, but this was just absurd. I walked out - I did leave something approximating what I think the cost of the meal was, but I didn't want to sit there all goddamn night waiting for some pissant waiter to remember that he wanted to get paid tonight. Honestly, I should have just walked out without paying a cent. Damn, that really irritated me.
Posted by abayer at December 1, 2005 03:05 PMAh. Paris. I loved Paris. But out of 20+ meals, all served by wonderfully friendly and generous waitstaff, we still had two that were comically bad. I'm waiting to see if you run into the "Dessert Nazi" (found in a bistro only a block or so from where you are staying) and the scrapping wenches at Angelina (marvelous pots au chocolat, but don't ever switch tables to avoid cigarette smoke).
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