The international playground of Nice, France, where Beeretseq was fortunate to spend some time recently, hosted the American armed forces during 1945. By this I mean, the Americans used the famous resort as a rest and recreation centre. The French called the newly-arrived guests les restées.
And so the news account linked below provides another example of war-era reportage on foreign ways and manners, in this case as disported in a third country.
Hotels were “commandeered” (my term, obviously everything was paid for), restaurants filled up, and the terraces aglow with sun-glassed service personnel (men and women) seeking R&R. “Everything” was provided to them, not without justice of course, but of America it can be said it does things, or did, in its own way.
There is even a brewing connection, as a brewery in Nice churned out American-style beer for les restées. A Coca-Cola bottling plant existed, too. Wish I could find more information on that brewery. Possibly it was a prewar plant leased from a French owner. Maybe he put rice or corn in the mash, and a few hops from Washington State in the kettle, but who knows.
I can say more but read the story for yourselves, printed in the Sydney, Australia press in late 1945.
It has a trademark humour that perhaps combined American and Aussie nonchalance.
Hotel proprietors, maîtres d’hotel, and waiters, some of whom crossed the Mediterranean during the occupation, are coming back, too, and serving, with not so much grace as before the war, meals made from American Army rations to men and women. Dining is olive drab beneath high ormolu and gilt ceilings. It is significant that the president of all the chefs of Nice (M. Sauvan) is cooking for enlisted women. He isn’t even in supreme control. He is working under the direction of a woman sergeant – a nice girl from Tennessee.
N.B. See this Wikipedia note on Ormolu.