There is a misconception that French café (coffee) is good.
In France a café is occasionally good but I’m sorry to say more often than not it isn’t very good.
What pains me most about French café is it’s often double the cost of a café in Italy, unless you are in a very tiny village d’étape (a French village with less than 5,000 inhabitants situated just off a free highway) and even then the quality could go either way.
A café in France sometimes arrives with a cookie, a piece of chocolate or even a tiny cube of nougat. This makes me happy because it balances out the potentially bad café.
But in France your not just paying for an often watery bitter café you are paying rent for your seat and your view…to watch the people passing by, read the newspaper, talk with friends or just relax.
I like the relaxing part…so as you can imagine good or bad I’ve been drinking a lot of French café.
Enjoy!
Leslie
CATEGORIES: Escapes, FranceTAGS: Paris











