Švejk, don’t worry, it wasn’t our usual experience.
I merely mention it on the offchance that the OP takes me up on my hotel recommendation–that bar is right by the steps to a Metro station, has wi-fi, is always crowded and a great place to people watch, so odds are that he and the missus might take a seat and order some drinks. It’s the grand ol’ “this is what we did, so in case you’re like us, this is what happened” kind of information. I wish I’d been able to drink more of the amazing and inexpensive wines, but my allergies acted up that month in Spain and then even worse in France and the lovely tasty red wines exacerbated them. Oddly, beer didn’t seem to. I blame that ol’ scapegoat sulfites.
Beer, in Spain and France was generally more expensive than people from the United States are used to though, although the exchange rate had a bit to do with that. You say 4 euro tops for a .25l of beer and I say that about 6USD for about 8 ounces of beer is generally not considered cheap. But isn’t that what Europeans are stereotypically supposed to hate about Americans, that we like our cheap, large portions?
It doesn’t seem that long ago though that in Europe, beer was cheaper than water. But I’m probably just old.
It’s great that things are cheaper when you stand at a bar, but if you’ve been standing in museums all day and want to watch more of the live action, the cost of the tables is worth it. Sure, if you take the time to be a smart cafe shopper and go to the right places at the right times, you will save some money. But these people have two days. And in my experience, sometimes you just get to the point you want to sit down and eat and drink and relax…and generally, Paris is expensive.
And I think you missed my comment about brewed coffee. Sorry, a 6oz. double long shot pulled from an espresso machine delivered with the little teabag style packaging that “proves” it’s Columbian coffee from a prepackaged pod is not the same as the plain ol’ ground beans dumped into a filter with near boiling water run through it. It’s one of those little differences we learn to appreciate through travel. Who knew that ordering an asparagus salad in Spain gets you salty wet scrambled pasteurised egg mixture with chunks of tinned asparagus? I certainly do now. And so do you if you go to El Patio in Salamanca. Good enough food and service, just unexpected as in the States, a salad is usually greenery. But, that’s just because that’s what we’ve made salad mean here. Really the word is just to mean mixture, yes?
Travel is great because there are things you take for granted that you never knew you did, and you appreciate them all the more when you return home and you miss all the wonderful surprises you loved in the country you were visiting.