My swiss visitor would like to eat out, something meditarranean, nothing asian.
It is Sunday, early afternoon, many tables are (again?) empty. The interior is genuine and appealing, stone reliefs from ancient temples adorn the walls. The two young waiters wear neat white aprons and do not just seem professional. We look interestingly onto the tables of our neighbours and are very stimulated to try as much as possible.
First we are being served freshly baked ‚blown-up’ bread with sesame seeds on a wooden board, butter with herbs and a crumbly country cheese. Our warm and cold appetizers come on small porcellain plates, arranged and served on a tray. It all looks pretty yummy. We rip of big chunks of the warm bread and dip it into subtle seasoned joghurt, spinach puree with garlic joghurt and small hazelnut pieces, hot pepper puree with tomatoes and finely chopped onions, humus in delicate olive oil with sesame seeds and roe salad with red onions. The big beans are cooked
