I did not try the taste of it.

He explained it was "plum poodeen." I fancy he had made it himself.
This fellow is typical; you meet him everywhere abroad.

He translates your bill into English for you, calls ten centimes a penny, calculates twelve francs to the pound, and presses a handful of sous affectionately upon you as change for a napoleon.
The cheating waiter is common to all countries, though in Italy and Belgium he flourishes, perhaps, more than elsewhere.

But the British waiter, when detected, becomes surly--does not take it nicely.

The foreign waiter is amiable about it--bears no malice.