How I unlearned restaurant tipping when I lived in Europe

What one slightly embarrassing night in France taught me about European culture

Adjusting to European Culture Starts With Small Moments

In the summer of 2013, my family and I moved to Albertville, France, for a one-year stay to learn French before transitioning to work in Cameroon. We expected language barriers and cultural differences… but I didn’t expect that restaurant tipping in Europe would throw me off on day two.

Spoiler: it did. Spectacularly.

And it turned into one of my favorite stories of our time in France.

Searching for Pizza… and Accidentally Causing Chaos

Still living out of suitcases and with empty kitchen shelves, we headed out for an easy dinner: pizza. We found a cozy local spot—Pizza Presto—run by a kind middle-aged couple who would later become dear friends.

We muddled our way through ordering (no language school yet) and enjoyed a great meal. When the bill came—about twenty euros—I did what any American traveler would naturally do: try to leave a tip.

This is where the wheels came off.

I didn’t have exact change for the amount I felt obligated to tip, so I tried to break a ten-euro note… which resulted in the owner giving me two fives. That wasn’t what I wanted either, so I attempted to break the five.

Confusion. More confusion. Awkwardness. And finally, defeat.

I decided to just leave the five-euro note—a 25% tip—and call it good.

Except in France… tipping isn’t a thing.

Tipping in Europe: What I Didn’t Know Yet

The owners were stunned—truly baffled—by my attempt at generosity. They couldn't understand why someone would leave five euros for no reason.

Thankfully, a British diner who overheard the whole debacle stepped in to translate. He kindly explained to me (and to them) that tipping is not expected in Europe because servers’ wages are already built into menu prices.

Mystery solved.
Embarrassment diffused.
Plenty of laughter and merci beaucoups all around.
We left smiling, relieved, and still very full.

When Clueless Americans Become VIPs

Two weeks later, we returned to Pizza Presto for my son’s 12th birthday. The restaurant was packed — especially the coveted outdoor tables on a perfect summer evening.

We assumed we’d sit inside.

But Madame Pizza Presto had other plans.

She promptly walked over to a group sitting at a prime outdoor table and—without much discussion—told them to move inside. Immediately. She cleaned the table, waved us over, and seated us with a proud smile.

I went from embarrassed tourist to confused VIP in under 30 seconds.

That accidental five-euro “tip” had worked some unexpected magic.

We didn’t tipped again—they didn’t expect us to—but that one moment seemed to cement a sweet relationship. Each visit brought warm greetings, extra attention, and the kind of familiarity that makes a place feel like home.

We even received the full bisous treatment (double cheek kisses) when we bumped into them around town—kids included.

A Friendship That Outlasted the Restaurant

A few months later, we crossed paths again during an evening walk. After kisses and conversation, they told us they were selling the restaurant and moving to a ski station so their teenage son could pursue skiing more seriously.

We were sad to see them go, but we understood. And we were grateful that one cultural misstep had led to such joy.

That was how we learned that tipping in Europe isn’t expected — and yet, ironically, one misguided tip created a beautiful connection.

Epilogue: New Owners, New Pizza, New Memories

The restaurant was later purchased by a young Italian couple who remodeled it and renamed it Pizza ’N Roll. Their menu had a modern twist, including what may still be the most unforgettable pizza we’ve ever eaten: the Pink Fish — white sauce, smoked salmon, capers. Sublime.

After our second visit under the new ownership, my wife and I complimented the owner in our now-much-improved French. He smiled, disappeared behind the counter, and returned with two frosty shot glasses filled with homemade limoncello.

It was delicious. Potent. And generous.

I asked in French, “Do you think I can still drive?” He shrugged his shoulders, waved his hand, and said, “Ehhhh…”

And just like that, another wonderful friendship with local restaurateurs began.

What This Taught Me About Traveling in Europe

Cultural differences aren’t obstacles — they’re invitations. In our case, a simple misunderstanding about tipping turned into a year of warmth, generosity, and shared humanity.

And thankfully, we also unlearned the American reflex to tip at every restaurant table in Europe.

Though, if you accidentally leave a little extra… it might just get you the best seats in the house.

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