My first Frenchman encounter

At the risk of putting off French-ophiles, I thought I'd share...

Myself and a party of others had the...distinct experience (not pleasure) of getting waited on by a Frenchman at a restaurant Saturday evening (for a birthday party), the Red Door Bistro or something. A fancy place, right beside the Amsterdam Rhino Lounge, conjoined and both establishments working closely together. It was an odd dichotomy, actually; eat fine, super overpriced food, and then hop on over to your average club venue? Anyway...

The guy was a dick. To put it simply. We were all feeling it, and when he left, I shared my theory with everyone: "He's a dick because he's French." ^^;

He was mysteriously flustered by our table, despite being the largest and thereby best paying table. We were not behaving badly. Two people just visiting were pretty much forced out because he insisted that everyone absolutely must order. He told us in no uncertain terms to either all leave for the club immediately, or stay, order, and pay cover at the club later. Or, if staying, we could avoid paying cover if our orders were "significant enough." Gosh.

His service sucked as well, not polite at all, and he'd randomly appear behind people and without a word of warning, thrust dishes into place or snatch things away. We all grumbled that this guy's getting no tip...

And then the bill comes, with an 18% gratuity already factored in. Left a bitter taste in our mouths, for sure, with a total that was about $250.

Now, the question remains on whether he was French-Canadian, or truly French, as in European. I'm not nuanced enough to tell, but it was clear he was generically French.

The French are famed for their inhospitality. Is it a similar situation in Quebec? Anyway, I was greatly unimpressed. :(