Cappuccino, please
The Swiss sure do know their way around rich, decadent food. I’m in gluttony heaven. Cappuccinos with chocolate sprinkled on top, chocolates, truffles and macrons-oh my! Hot chocolate, cheese fondue, heavy cream (thick as a slow moving glacier), ice cream and meringue…more chocolate and more espresso!
Milk chocolate, dark chocolate and champagne truffles
There is just something about a small boutique shop in the middle of a cobblestone street market that makes the chocolate and espresso taste so much better. You just can’t get a cappuccino in the States that tastes as good as it does in Europe.
Yes, I believe it does have to do with the cultural experience that goes into the whole process—life stands still during morning coffee (not American coffee-actually you order in German “eine Tasse Kaffee bitte” or in French “une tasse de café s’il vous plait” and you receive a double shot of espresso). When 9 a.m. rolls around people are sitting in a café with a cappuccino and a croissant or a pastry, not worried about 40 minutes of traffic to get to work. Oh how to not worry about the time.
I suppose that it doesn’t help I have had two espressos with thick cream before bed…
Tipsy on apple juice
You read it correctly; the Swiss put something crazy in their apfelsaft (apple juice)! Or, it could just be the extreme fatigue from jet lag and trekking from Zürich to Bern, Switzerland for the past few days—making JustSayGo TV host Ron and videographer Imran laugh uncontrollably. It was quite a lot of fun.
I would also have to say, even with my mediocre German speaking skills (I can order a mean cappuccino and get directions to and from—the Swiss German dialects and not even close to standard German).
We cannot seem to order pizza on this trip. In Zürich we ordered a Margherita pizza (Mozzarella, tomato and basil), what did we get? Just a cheese pizza. When we asked where the basil was the server pointed and said “In it.” And then brought us four leaves of basil. At a restaurant called Anker in Bern, we ordered a pizza with tomatoes, artichoke hearts, green peppers and mushrooms…our pizza arrived without tomatoes and green peppers. Again, we asked about the peppers, and the server laughed and said “I told them to put peppers,” and then laughed and walked away.
I have to say, pizza in America is way better—and more predictable.
