So guess what happens on our first day in
But we were tough, rugged. Hell, people who don't like rain are total pansies, and they're wrong about their opinions of "weather." I wore my hoodie with no jacket, because I'm crazy like that. And Erika decided to go the "wool coat and umbrella" route. We suited up, breakfasted up, and took off for the "old town," which was the touristed area about a 15 minute walk north from our hotel room.
Unfortunately, since I'd decided (and pushed Erika into accepting) a trip through Switzerland during our pending honeymoon, I'd spent a good deal of time building up
But what I got was a rainy Bavarian-like town filled with foreign tourists. It's funny…because even when you're prepared for rain, walking around in it is not always such a hoot. You end up just looking down at your feet most of the time...and there are practical problems...like, when you want to take a picture, you've got to duck under cover, ruffle through your damp pockets, and take what will (no doubt) be a mediocre, grey shot.
And to top it off, our trip to the
Needless to say I was getting pretty bummed out about half-way through the day. This was not the
So I moped…and if you know anything about my wife, you know that she just loves it when I mope about. It's one of her favorite things. It was "pep talk time."
And to me, the best "pep talk" in the world is "fatty food." So we crossed the Reuse, and ate some world-famous Swiss chocolate. It was, as advertised, fabulous. Having seen at least a couple of the sights, and wanting like hellfire to get out of the rain, we adjourned to the hotel and took a well-needed nap in our palatial room.
After the nap it was "back out into the rain" for din-din. Our guidebook recommended a place called the "Restaurant Frischi," which it called "Completely unpretentious." So we went there. I wouldn't exactly call it "completely unpretentious," but "fairly unremarkable," even "a touch kitschy." The building had an interesting façade, and there was some interesting artwork in the dining area. But for the most part, it looked "remarkably" like any other run-of-the-mill restaurant in the central-Europe area. We ordered the regional specialty – fondue.
Now, I did not know this, but apparently Fondue is a Swiss invention. I'd always figured it for the French (since they love the cheese so dang much), the Americans (since they love melting the cheese so much), or some Asian country (since they love loving love so much), but no. It's Swiss.
Turns out (God how I missed you, Wikipedia) the dish arose from necessity. In the winters, folks would generally stock up on food to survive. In
But here we ran into something that will continue to plague us throughout our visit to
But we paid...because not paying is technically "stealing." Back to the hotel. On the way, we decided to start a habit of "getting desert, taking it to our hotel, and eating it in our room while we play Speed." Tonight was the inception of this idea – we got some cookies, some wine, took them to our room, and played about 9 hands of Speed (it's a 2-person card game, for those of you not in the know) as we feasted on fine Swiss desert cookies, and some markedly less-fine Swiss pinot noir.
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