Darkness_Fish wrote:I remember going to a restaurant in Paris, they took our drinks order, then basically served everyone around us and completely ignored us for the next 45 minutes. Some students came over and basically apologised on behalf of the French, said we'd be better off leaving, they were so embarrassed at the way we were being treated. Recommended somewhere friendlier. So in one single night out I experienced both the worst and the best of Parisian behaviour.
To our shame, we couldn't understand their instructions, got lost, and ate in Pizza Hut instead. Which was nice.
I was in a restaurant in Zurich once with my wife and our kids and a nephew. It was late and although we were the only people there apart from a group across the room who were drinking, not eating, our order was a long time coming. After a bit, the conversation on the other table started getting agitated and they started raising their voices. I could make out snippets of what they were saying: “Why do you let them in?”, “They just come in through the door”, “I wish you’d get rid of them”, “Send them back where they came from”, stuff like that. With occasional glances in our direction. This was getting my hackles up and I had a good mind to go up to them and say now listen here you fucking cuckoo clock-inventing fucks etc. etc. Instead, the waiter appeared and I asked him if there was some kind of problem. Yes there was, he said, and pointed to it: a mouse running across the floor. He explained that the restaurant had a problem with mice that darted in off the street when people came in and the owner – one of the group on the other table – was at his wits’ end because of them.
Then things turned dadaesque! They’d called in some kind of mouse-whisperer who reckoned he could use mind control to steer the mice into traps under the windows with ultra-violet light bulbs that would hypnotize and immobilize them without actually hurting them. Once there were a few hypnotized mice in the box the mouse-whisperer would drive them out to a field and set them free. He was a big fat permanently-winded geezer and he spent the next half hour lolling about on the floor puffing and grunting and getting caught up in his own coat tails as he tried to coax the mice into the traps. I like to keep an open mind about these things but by the time our food arrived the mice outnumbered the people and they were running up the chair legs and everything. They were really cute little things and apparently never went into the kitchen (a likely story).