I'm so proud to be Singaporean....there is no distance too great for a true blue Singaporean to travel for good food.
Be it Jurong to East Coast for shiok laksa, or France to Italy for quattro stagioni "the way mama makes it" (U can almost hear me channelling my inner don when I say that. Si, Sono Don Dawn! Now kiss my ring.) Hehe.
It was our first time in La Suisse and Italia too! 32 countries and counting!
It was a public holiday here in France, so we decided to drive to Geneva for the day. My first impression of the city....DULLSVILLE. (The city's pride and joy is a giant jet of water near the lake called Jet d'Eau (it's even on their city logo)
So after a yummy lunch of rillette de saumon, grilled trout and chestnut cream, we decided to drive to Lausanne and Montreaux (where the famous Jazz festival takes place) We wanted cheese fondue and rosti but couldn't find any believe it or not! Or maybe cos we were just too hungry and quit looking after checking out the menu at 3 restaurants.
Salmon rillette with a Spring salad
Clever Swiss invention: Make a piece of trout look like a crab. Ta-dah!
Chestnut cream (the only really Swiss thing we ate that day)
I was hoping to see Heidi chalets, cows with bells and Tolberone mountains along the way. Instead we saw lots of vineyards!! So surprising....who knew? So we decided to drive further into the Swiss countryside until we finally saw the breathtaking snow covered peaks of Mount St Bernard. (We also saw an entire museum dedicated to the St Bernard dog)
I couldn't help but turn towards the mountain and yodel! Or attempt to anyway. A melodious mix of Yodelaydeehoooooooooo and Reeeeee-koh-la! (The Ricola ad was stuck in my brain) I did this numerous times and must have scared the cows. Can U see Heidi running in the distance? ;p
After fulfulling my cliched Swiss fantasies, I said, "Let's have dinner in Italy!" JF looked at me like I was mad, but it didn't take long to persuade him. (Mmmm....think about all that gooood pizza honey, and we'll be in Italy for the first time!)
More n photos coming soon! Have to pack now, we're catching the plane home tonight...yipppeeee! See U in Singapore on Friday!!
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Pity the chestnut was ruined by this huge strawberry. I don't like strawberries to begin with (I can already hear the "blasphemy!" from both my uncle (who is a strawberry farmer) my cousin (who is a strawberry farmer) my mother (who grows strawberries in her garden) and a large portion of strawberry lovers that read these comments) but big ones are even worse. They are watery and have no taste. Of course, those are the only kind you can get in the Netherlands. I guess the good ones are all exported elsewhere, just like our mussels all end up in Brussels. I guess that is typical for Dutch tastes: any food, as long as it's a lot of it.
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