Tuesday, June 14, 2011

One Year With The Parisian

It's been one year since The Parisian arrived in Le Petit Village to grace us with his unreliable presence and take over Le Petit Bar.
When he first arrived, I had high hopes for him. See, the previous owner, a strange little man from up north somewhere, wasn't very local friendly, and would tell The Husband and me that he was too busy to serve us ice cream as he rushed from tourist to tourist. That's plain poppycock so we all stayed away, and let him close up the shutters at the end of the tourist season. If he was too busy to serve us ice cream in the summer, well then we didn't want anything in the winter.

So when The Parisian arrived with a smile and promises of cocktails we were all so excited (the cocktail promises were for me and I was really the only one who was excited about that). But then it wasn't long before he began to let us (me) down, like never having the ingredients on hand to make a Mojito. F A I L, especially since it was chalked on the menu. Eventually he erased it along with my cocktail dreams.

And of course there's all the times he forgets whether or not you've paid your tab and then he runs out of stuff;

"I'd like a whisky and coke please"

"Sure, but I don't have any coke"

"Whisky please"

(This was an actual exchange between The Husband and The Parisian. Once again... F A I L)

Add white wine, Leffe, Heineken, and Rosé to the list and you get the picture (a bar in Provence not having Rosé is like a pub in Dublin not having Guinness, it's poppycock).

But we've grown used to our unreliable bar man and enjoy his company when he's actually there, with the bar open (more rare than it should be). And I guess he's grown used to us to, and might like us as well because a couple of weeks ago (it was a Wednesday) he declared that on the Friday he would be throwing a BBQ at Le Petit Bar to celebrate his first anniversary. I smiled and looked outside at the heavy rain (this was the week that it rained buckets... fellow South of Francers... you know what I'm talking about) and wondered if he had bothered to check a weather forecast. He hadn't. F A I L.

So the BBQ was changed to crêpes and we all had a fantastic time...

{nutella goodness}

And at the end of the night, stuffed full of crêpes and beer, The Husband asked for our tab... The Parisian's response; a deep huff and puff, with a hand ruffled through the hair... "oh, I don't know, it's been very busy, what did you have?"

F A I L 

bisou


31 comments:

  1. Yeah the Chti bar/restaurant (you know, as in the hilarious and famous French film Bienvenue Chez Les Chti)down the road from my house works in the same mysterious financial manner. Oh, I feel a blog coming on!! LOL

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  2. I like you because you say poppycock (-:

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  3. No mojito = no go! I can barely function in Paris when there are no mojitos in sight!

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  4. beer and crepes. nothing better.

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  5. Crepes and beer ... divine!
    I love you Sara, you write always excellent post. I want to know The Parisian!
    Have a wonderful day!
    Bisou, Babi

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  6. That Parisian does not seem to have good business sense, but if he can whip up a crêpe party and doesn't forget Nutella, then he can't be that bad ;-) Merci for the entertaining post Sarah du Petit Village. Veronique aka French Girl in Seattle.

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  7. That is just hilarious! What kind of bar can run out of coke, or specially wine?? :D The Parisian must be a funny man.

    Have a great week Sara!

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  8. How does he stay afloat? I can only imagine what his books look like! Sounds like that bar only attracts businessmen with a screw loose.

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  9. Crepes and beer vs BBQ and beer is a toss up for me! It sounds like you guys can make anything work! Congratulations on your first year, with many more laughs to come! :)

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  10. He seems to be the perfect quirky bar/restaurant owner. Unfortunately at the rate he is going he won't survive financially it appears.

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  11. Too funny! Nutella crepes and beer - yum! I think that's even better than a BBQ.

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  12. NO rose?? Huh?? Is that even possible?!

    Seriously you guys should buy some staples and just bring them into the bar. lol At least he had Nutella to put on the crepes!

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  13. Woops!! That last comment from JMP is mine. Didn't realize Jon was logged into blogger. In fairness, I haven't had all of my coffee yet! ;-)

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  14. i should never been shown a recipe or any food with nutella in it!!!! :-) i go crazyyyy! :-)

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  15. Perhaps you can start procuring your own liquor and stashing at the Parisian's bar. Then when he declares that he's out of something, you can politely point out your stash. Or sneak in the back and make it yourself. Nevermind, this requires too much work.

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  16. It sounds like he really is coming around. I am wondering: did the Parisian own a cafe/bar before coming to le petit village? Perhaps this is his first business? He sounds like a tightwad, but a tightwad would keep track of your tab. He is a mystery, that man!

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  17. Crêpes and beer.. did you become French ? :D

    Bisous !

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  18. Crazy Europeans. Here in the US, you can bet we're keeping track of your tab.

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  19. This is hilarious! I love all the stories about the people in Le Petit.. I had no idea the Parisian was so incompetent with bar tabs... how funny and odd!

    I do however, LOVE the idea of crepes at the bar, YUM!!!


    <3 MuffinLovesBiscuit

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  20. So the first place on want to go on my tour of Le Petit! I hope it's open...

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  21. While it may be frustrating to you to have a forgetful and flustered barkeep, it all seems very romantic to this jaded New Yorker ;)
    Hehe... poppycock.

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  22. This French behavior makes me think of those Merde books by Stephen Clarke! haha

    I'm craving crepes and mojitos now thanks to this post!

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  23. Sweetie, in case you don´t know what to blog about one day there´s a Stylish Blogger Award for you on my blog if you'd like to come by and pick it up ;) xo

    PS Totally off topic, I know ;)

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  24. LOL Perhaps he needs some help... like a waitress?? That might be a good job for you, Miss Sara. ;) lol Poor Parisian.

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  25. Hahahah great story!! Can't go wrong with crepes, right?

    inlovewithsandiego.blogspot.com

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  26. I just can't imagine not keeping track of the tab? Aren't you just begging for people to rip you off?

    And I really can't imagine having a bar without rosé. That's nuts.

    Your photo does remind me though, that I have the nutella, I have eggs, and I have a crepe pan and yet I have not let these items come together to make crepes. What is wrong with me?

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  27. my husband informed me last night that Toulon, the town in France we are going to next week, is not a Champagne section of France. I am expecting him to next tell me Disney World burned down and malls are all going out of business. Fun-ruiner.

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  28. At least you have some kind of local hangout. Bless your barkeep's unreliable little heart.

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  29. Parisian dude's "laissez-faire" makes the Italians & their "domani, domani, tranquilla" appear anal-retentive. Seriously.

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  30. Haha he sounds amazing! It's like something out of a tv show :p

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