In my
very limited European experience.....refills were not an option.
Some of our funniest memories revolve around asking for ice.
With
ABD, we visited the oldest restaurant in Rome. It included a sort of ancient Roman dinner theater with gladiators and dancers.
I asked for ice for my Coke Light and our waiter looked perplexed. All of a sudden, you could see that he understood what I was requesting and held up his index finger, as if to say one minute.
A few minutes later, he and another waiter came out with the LARGEST silver bowl (think laundry basket) of crushed ice. It took two of them to carry it.
They set it on the table (I think the table sagged) and walked away.
Everyone in the restaurant came to our table (not just the other ABD folks) to get ice for their drinks. Several came back a second time during dinner.
In another restaurant, I asked for ice and the waiter brought one of those hollow tube ice cubes on a small plate directly out of the scalding hot dishwasher. I received a sliver of ice and warm water.
Ice and bathrooms were the things that vexed us....but we laughed about it all through Italy.
It seemed that no matter where we went....the bathroom had one important piece missing.
In one place it was paper. In another it was a toilet seat. In a third...it was a door. In another it was a sink.
In one of our hotels, I could not figure out to flush the toilet.
I poked, I felt underneath. I pushed. I pulled. I kept thinking..c'mon Kev....you can figure out how to flush a toilet.
I finally had to call John. After several minutes of frustration, John found a small, flat, silver plate on the wall...several feet from the commode. It was about 5 inches by 8 inches and looked to be made of aluminum.
If you put your hand on it and gently rocked it up and down.....the toilet flushed.
If John hadnt found it...I could still be there, manhandling that toilet.