La chaleur (the heat) has been the topic du jour around here this summer, due to the record-breaking temperatures that made France hotter than the Sahara Desert. While that got a lot of international press, there’s something that no one’s been talking about: The success of hot sauce in France. And no one was more surprised about it than me.
Like it or not, stereotypes often contain a kernel of truth. Americans have a reputation for being loud. French people are thought to be rude. Anyone who’s lived above or even on the same street as a late-night café in Paris can tell you that there are some very loud Parisians. (Either that, or they’re Americans with an excellent command of French, and perfect French accents.) And the later it gets, the louder they get. And last time I was in the States, as an American, I forgot that people don’t stand as tightly together when waiting in line as they do in France (to prevent line-jumping), and I rudely cut in front of half of the line when I noticed a two-foot gap between two people and assumed that was the end of the line. Thankfully a woman yelled, “Um…SIR!!!” at me, tipping me off that there were other people waiting.
It’s hard to paint any culture with an all-encompassing brush, but I will say with certainty that a lot of French people avoid spicy food. French diners in restaurants will ask the waiter, “Ça pique?” and demure against ordering anything on the menu that may pique their palate.
In restaurants, waiters will reassure customers that anything with chiles in it are of the variety that are très doux, very mild, and they ne piquent pas — they don’t bite. The last few times we ate at Le Servan, where items on the menu often feature a condiment where chiles are involved, invariably the server will warn us not to worry, they won’t bite. But with more authentic Asian restaurants popping up across Paris, many will use a little chili icon, or a row of icons, to denote the spice level of each item on the menu.
I was recently at an Asian restaurant where, when you order, they ask how spicy you want the food, on a scale of 1 to 3. The table of young Frenchmen next to me were quick to reply: “Zéro.”
When I’ve hit the markets looking for chiles that have a bit of heat to cook with, vendors are quick to (re)assure me that the peppers they are selling are doux, when it’s the spicy ones that I’m after.
I’ve been asked over the years why people in France don’t like spicy food, and here are some of my responses:
