A lot of people have a lot of questions about how to eat in a restaurant in France. So, I’m going to take you through every step of eating in a French restaurant, so you’ll never have to worry about committing a faux pas ever again. So get your eatin’ pants on, let’s get started – and bon appétit!
Oh, first, check out the French pronunciation guide, and the WhyGo France patented (ok, not really) French menu decoder to know what it is you’ll be eating – or avoiding.
Now that the absolute basics are out of the way, let’s move on to the vocabulary that has to do with snagging a table at a French restaurant.
Depending on what kind of place it is, they may ask you in return:
At many places they’ll come by, give you the menus, and ask if you want something to drink to begin. They mean a cocktail, and by that they usually mean a kir. (See my guide to French apéritifs.)
They’re usually pretty wordy when you first sit down, because they like to be formal and courteous, so just wait for the word “kir” and perk up like a sunflower. They may have different flavors – muir, peche, or cassis – it’s your choice, but the cassis is the original.
When you order, first you want to tell them whether you’re having a menu or choosing à la carte. Often the different menus are named, for the chef or for the kind of overall theme of the meal. You can use the name of the menu if you want, or you can totally say the price, they’re not weird about that.
Then you can order by saying,
If you’re getting a menu that includes the dessert, you can wait to order it until you’ve finished your meal.
Now it’s onto the wine. You would order this after everyone has placed their orders.
If you want water, don’t feel bullied into having the fancy stuff. “Une carafe d’eau,” a carafe of water, is free and perfectly acceptable to order, no matter how expensive the restaurant is.
One thing you do NOT want to do, no matter how much you’ve wanted to your whole life, is call over the waiter by saying, “Garçon.” This is a huge, huge no-no. Would you call to a waiter in America by yelling, BOY? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Simply say pardon, or excusez-moi, or monsieur, madame or mademoiselle.
After you’ve had your main course (plat), they’ll ask you if you want dessert, or just bring you the menu again. They’re usually aware of whose menu included dessert, but they ask everyone anyway. They’ll also ask if you want coffee; it’s going to be an espresso, so don’t try to order anything else.
To get the check, you have to ask for it. While you may think you’re actively being ignored by the wait staff, they’re only doing what is widely accepted in French culture – leaving you in peace while you finish your wine or your conversation or you lick your dessert plate clean. It’s also the reason why you may think you’ve had very slow or bad service, but they’re just helping you make an evening of it.
Anyway, to get the check, for goodness sake, don’t do the hand motion. It’s:
As for paying the bill, a few things here:
>>Read everything you need to know about how to tip in France.
Either with or after the bill, it’s not unusual to have the waiter or the owner bring over a digestif – usually some liqueur that is near and dear to the owner’s heart and/or liver. Thank them profusely, and say nice things. Here are some complimentary things to say about your meal:
Leaving a restaurant, particularly a small one, is usually an emotional affair. You’ll say goodbye a hundred times, and they’ll say it a hundred times, and you’ll both wave to each other, and they’ll follow you to the door as if it was their home; it’s all very touching. I’m exaggerating, of course, but the French do have a way of parting that’s truly memorable.
For example, you’ll say “Bonne soirée,” the “have a good evening” to the greeting of “bon soir;” they’ll say “Au revoir,” meaning goodbye. Then you’ll say “Au revoir, merci;” they’ll say “C’est moi, à bientôt,” which means, the pleasure is mine, see you soon. And on and on. They’re not correcting you; they just like to shake it up verbally upon bidding farewell.
Then waddle your way back to the hotel, fall into a coma, and do it all over again the next day.
Isn’t France grand?