It can’t be often that a man (or even a wildebeest) returns from Paris with a drastically improved view of the French people, but I think I MAY have done just that.
I am second to none in my dislike of the French: their rudeness, indolence and self-regard, but this recent trip saw my attitude shift somewhat, possibly at the hands of service SO excellent that I would have had to have been an inanimate block not to have reconsidered.
We were staying at The Crillon, which was pretty magnificent, but the real acid test was that at 9.15pm, when Wife and I were drinking in the bar, we asked one of the waiters if there was anywhere outside the hotel where we could eat. Despite it being late (for Paris) he went away and made a reservation at a restaurant that was a five minute walk, for ten minutes thence.
And when we got there, we had one of the best meals I have ever had. As Wife pointed out, the French idea of service is perfect invisibility, whereas the UK is too keen to follow in the obnoxious American model of “Is everything OK for you, guys?” as the first forkful goes towards your mouth, and the “Let’s be friends” chumminess that makes the idea of a service charge feel like offering one’s friends £20 to go to the pub with you…
So, the French have some way to go with me (something that will sadden them greatly, no doubt), but they have put on a jolly good show of late, and can count themselves as being on the first rung of the ladder of acceptance.
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