Relative Convenience and Public Vice
29/11/2006When I first arrived in Paris, I couldn’t get over the lack of conveniences I had grown accustomed to in New York. The bodegas – or, as they aptly (if inappropriately) call them here, les arabes du coin – were not half as abundant, nor did they stay open all night as is customary in the city that never sleeps. What’s more, these alimentations generale charged exorbitant markups compared to their stateside counterparts, and to the typical French grocery. Buck-twenny-five Coors tallboys? Hardly. Try 2 euro (or $2.60) pint cans of Kro. The situation was even more dire for late-night, post-bar bites. Sure, you could grab a vile panini or a soggy crepe around Pigalle or les Grands Boulevards at 2am, but you could hardly get a made-to-order grilled sandwich at the corner store at 3am, or mozz sticks and jalapeno poppers delivered at 4. Read the rest of this article »


