The European Bar. It's different.
Around the
time of the Revolutionary war, taverns in America were very much like
bars and cafes in Europe today. They functioned as community centers
where
one could read the local newspaper; they warmed churchgoers during
breaks
in
long sermons; and they even provided patrons with a drop of something
alcoholic every once in a while.
But along
the winding road of history, bars in America and Europe diverged. America's
seemed to go in two directions--evolving into the young and hip watering
hole or the dark, somber, leave-me-alone-with-my-bottle gin joint.
But go to
a smaller village in southern Italy today and you'll notice the proximity
of the local church to a lively bar. Often, this bar is where men
wait for their wives to get out of church so they can eat after.
And you'll
still find newspapers there. Some countries even have laws that force
bar owners to provide them.
Many of
the smaller bars in Europe are simply extensions of the owner's living
room. You will
see a family member tending the bar from dawn to well into the night.
You can often buy candy, pastries, ice cream, sandwiches and other non-beverage
items in a European bar. In smaller towns, you might even be able to
buy
bus
tickets there.
Often, a
bar will serve a particular type of clientele. If the town is big enough
to support them, there might be a "shepherd's bar" or
"family bar" and a "tourist's bar" all strung out over the landscape.
Of course, they won't kick you out if you aren't a card-carrying shepherd
at the shepherd's bar, so don't worry. Just don't look sheepish when
the bill comes.
Gigi's
Bar, the Bar dal Corso, for Example
Gigi's bar
in Presicce, Italy, is a tourist's bar. Gigi, short for Luigi, is a funny,
outgoing personality who is a hit with tourists, despite not speaking
more than a word or two of German or English. (It takes maybe two glasses
of vino to completely comprehend Gigi, you understand.) He serves coffee,
some local foods that need only to be nuked before serving, and alcohol
of course,
mostly wine and beer. There's a television
with
VCR,
but it usually
isn't
tuned
to the typical sporting events like the sports bar on the corner.
Gigi likes
using his VCR to make eyebrows raise. He'll switch from the silly
show
on the TV to the porn flick on the VCR just to see if anyone noticed.
Actually, it is harder to notice in Italy, where a commercial
for something as unsexy as fruit juice can feature a nekid women.
And the news tells me that the Italians are working to make their
TV shows less silly. We'll see.
In any case, the
tourist can ask Gigi anything at all about the town and
if Gigi didn't know it he'd find out and tell you next time you come
in. If you like the olives he serves with the aperitivo you ordered,
he'll likely send you to the guy who makes them so you can buy a gallon
or so for
the
train.
Want
to
know
how
fast his Alfa is? He just might take you out with him to the superstrada to let you experience it for yourself.
But Gigi
is more than just a good, friendly bartender. He's at his bar all the
time. It's a home away from home. You don't go there to get drunk any
more than you'd head over to your dear aunt Bessy's to tie one on.
And that's
the way it is in most southern European bars. Drink is just a normal
part of life and you don't get drunk or your friends and family will
think you're a complete idiot.
But these
social controls are breaking down. Youth are drinking to
get drunk (mostly in the streets) these days in alarming numbers,
according to recent news from Italy and Spain.
Will bars
change to accommodate this way of thinking? Hard to tell. But I like
things the way they are now. So, I'll advise you thus: Go visit Europe
now, while there are still some differences between "the continent"
and the US.
Bars and
Cafes in Europe: Practical Matters
- In many
places, you'll pay more for sitting down rather than standing at
the bar. In Italy, you'll see two sets of prices on the price board,
the
higher for "a tavolo," or "at the table." Sometimes,
in the real tourist joints, there's an even higher tariff
for sitting at a table outside.
- The higher
price includes your use of the table for a while. So relax and enjoy
things.
- In some
towns in southern Europe, a summer's evening will start
out with a parade of strolling folks, called a passiagiata in
Italy. It's a time for the young to show off their latest love interest.
The curious, older folks (especially men) sit at outdoor tables,
taking
note of what's happening. It's a good time to stroll amongst
the young lovers or share an aperitivo or coffee
with the old guys at their observation post at the bar.
- Bars
can be noisy and smoky inside. People who appear to be yelling at
each other are often discussing the latest soccer game. Passion=volume,
or so it seems in many parts of Europe. Don't worry, few deaths result
from these discussions.
- If your
hotel charges too much for breakfast or you just want a light one,
think of a bar as a place where you can often go for a cheap combo
of pastry and coffee in the morning.
- Most
of what I've written about bars doesn't apply to the northern countries
like England, Ireland, Sweden and Finland. The pattern seems to follow
the weather; in warmer climes the alcohol content of the beer is
lower, the population prefers wine over hard liquors, and the bars
are seem to be more community oriented. In the north, problems with
consumption of liquor have lead to a more segregated approach to
drinking and bars are cut off from many aspects of community life.
I'm outta
here. Why not write
me and
tell me what European subject you'd like me to rant about in the future?
The
Guido Archives
Eating Europe I - Salad Dressing;
why you won't get meat on your pepperoni pizza; why you may
not even get coffee in your morning "latte."
Eating
Europe II - Entrées to Smörgåsbord
- Ruminations on the structure of an Italian Meal.
Eating
Europe III - Pork Butts and Clams - Odd
European food combinations with an excursion into the Italian
sport of butt-pinching.
Secrets
Behind Cheap and Charming European Hotels - from floors
to bathrooms, from electricity to how Europeans write numbers,
Guido answers all your questions about Hotels in Europe.
European
Place Names - Is Wales England? Guido digs
into the meanings behind European place names after a reader
asks him to educate travelers on the differences between the
United Kingdom and England. Not content just to admonish his
readers, Guido goes on to explain the problems with having
the word "United" in your nationality.
Safety
and Debate in Times of War - Guido takes on the issue of whether
or not Europe is safe for tourism as America Girds for war
in the Middle East. Europe is not Texas, Guido Argues, and
Europeans
are
likely to think differently than Americans when it comes to
such things as war. Talk to them--they'll wanna talk to you.
Shopping
in Europe: Buying Cheap Wine - Guido, warned by the editor
not to tick people off by debating political issues, discusses
how you can get decent wine in Europe without forking over
lots of cash.
Shopping
in Europe II: Covered and Open Air Food Markets - Get a
really fresh meal in Europe cheap by hanging out in the market
square on market days. Guido will clue you in on language,
market etiquette, and what you can sink your plastic fork
into even
if you don't
have cooking facilities at your hotel or inn.
Bar
and Cafe Life in Europe - How are bars different in Europe
than in the US? It's not all about getting drunk, or even pleasantly
buzzed. Guido gives you the skiny on what you'll find (including
ice cream) in a European bar, plus he adds a couple of hints
for further enjoyment of
the
European
institution.
Airline
Security - How Much Can You Take? - Guido editorializes
on the odd state of airline security in light of recent
results of the Stupid Security Competition.
Ode
to Peasant Food - Haggis and a wee Dram? - Guido likes peasant
food for its spiritual properties and the life that's reflected
in these loving preparations.
About
Guido Veloce - Guido Veloce recently became a full
fledged American when he gave up his Alfa Romeo for a Hummer.
Concerned that he still couldn't fit in due to a rather sleek
and zippy driving style that didn't seem to fit the Hummer or America,
he bought a second cell phone to toy around with while he
snakes his way blindly through the clogged freeways of our
great land, looking for the essence of Americans in their
canned and bottled foodstuffs and comparing them to the food
of his homeland.
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