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Older and wiser in Die Schweiz… (part ten)

On Wednesday, June 24th, Bill and I had plans to visit Rico’s cosi, a very nice restaurant in Küsnacht that we didn’t have the chance to try when we visited in October 2025. Rico’s cosi has the look of an artsy place, and reservations are pretty much a must. The chef, Rico, is featured on the restaurant’s Web site, smiling broadly in a red apron. The cuisine is Mediterranean and French-contemporary, and the price per course is $$$$. 😚 Our reservations were for 7:30 PM.

Before our dinner, Bill had class. Bill’s classes for Wednesday allowed for a break from 11:00AM until 2:00 PM. We had a leisurely breakfast, gazing at the lake and enjoying the many wonderful treats offered at the Pavilion Restaurant. I’m not sure if I mentioned it, but for people not staying at the hotel, breakfast at the Pavilion costs 54 Swiss Francs per person. 🫪 The good thing is, you definitely won’t leave there hungry!

On Wednesday morning, I had avocado toast. Bill decided to go with poached eggs and bacon. Of course, we had the rest of the stuff, too… the etagè, bread, coffee, juice, water… and yes, I needed to pee afterwards!

After breakfast, Bill went to his morning class, and I did my usual writing. Then, when Bill came back, we visited the Biergarten. It offered a different view of the lake, as well as easy access to beer.

Once Bill went back to class, I decided to go to the lake. On Wednesday, there were two women there… probably twenty years younger than me. One of them, dressed in a black one piece and sitting under an umbrella, talked non-stop for the entire time I was there.

However, in spite of the chatter, I still kind of dozed off. Beer, sun, and the relaxed vibe encouraged restfulness. I interspersed my sleepiness with a few plunges into Lake Zürich. You can see there’s a barrier up. Again, there was a private event hosted on the beach area, which made it harder to separate from the talkative lady.

Later, Bill returned from his class at the Jung Institute. We got dressed for dinner and walked over to Rico’s, which is located very close to the Institute. We didn’t know it when we arrived, but service was in the garden in the back of the restaurant. Still, we got a peek inside of Rico’s, which is a really beautifully decorated place. We also passed a young looking Asian guy sitting in the small parking lot, smoking a pipe. I don’t remember the last time I saw someone smoke a pipe! 🤣

We were a little early for our 7:30 PM reservation, and a little bit overdressed. Most of the people under the tent were dressed in shorts and polos, or something similar. We took a two top just outside of the tent, and the gentleman who seated us said it was a good thing there was shade. 🫪

To be honest, I wasn’t all that impressed with Rico’s… Not because of the food, which was excellent, but more because of the service. When we sat down, we were presented with a menu for a tasting menu– 5 courses at 198 CHF per person.

There were several things on it that I didn’t like. For instance, they were offering foie gras, which I object to for a few reasons– the main one being that I don’t like how it tastes. They also had a veal entree, and while I do think veal tastes good, I prefer not to eat it.

When I demurred about the veal, the waiter said they could make the veal dish with beef, which would have been okay. But I was a little tired of meat and wanted something else. So I asked for an a la carte menu, and the guy looked at me like I had nine heads, or something. Like… why wouldn’t you want to eat five courses for triple digits, even though there are things on the menu that you wouldn’t eat even if the most gifted chef in the world prepared them?

He looked so surprised that I asked, “You do have an a la carte menu, right?” I figured they did, because Bill had already looked at it before we came to the restaurant.

The guy said, “Yes, of course.” He presented to me, and I took the below photo.

A close up of the menu.

I noticed that just about everyone else was having the tasting menu. Maybe the guy was puzzled that I didn’t follow the crowd (kind of a recurrent trend in my life), or maybe it was annoying to him because I was being contrary, and making life harder by ordering something different… not trusting the chef. Or maybe he feared we wouldn’t spend as much as the other folks did (preposterous!).

I’m sure the tasting menu was delightful, and we did order a couple of things that were on it. But I feel like if you’re charging as much as Rico’s cosi does, you shouldn’t be surprised when your guest wants to see the a la carte menu.

In the end, ordering a la carte was a good decision… Behold!

The food was excellent, very fresh, and beautifully presented. We both really enjoyed our fish dishes. However, the service, in my opinion, was a little inconsistent and could use some work. The wait staff, which consisted of all men, was a little casual, and not in a good way. They also held our wine hostage, although to their credit, they never got too weeded to top us up. I will also give props to the friendly guy who used a table crumber to sweep our table after we finished eating. That is a mark of good service.

At one point, a chef practically barked at Bill, who thought he was about to give him the wrong plate. Granted, the chef knows what he’s serving, but he came off as a little temperamental. I can’t blame him for being irritable, since the job is stressful, and likely uncomfortable. But it was still off putting.

Then there was the wine service. We had a champagne aperitif, and then ordered a white wine to go with our dinner. Bill had to stop the server from serving the wine, however, because the staff neglected to change the glasses from which we drank our aperitifs. It probably wouldn’t have made a huge difference in the taste, but again, for a restaurant that charges as much as Rico’s does, one expects much more attentive service than that.

Finally, there’s the vaguely threatening email Rico’s sent before our reservation– if we didn’t show up, they’d charge us 100 CHF! I know some high demand restaurants do that, but they hadn’t even taken Bill’s credit card number. Add that to the Asian lady sitting in the corner with her husband, giving us surreptitious side eyes… That’s not the staff’s fault, but it did kind of lend to the atmosphere of snootiness.

Still, I’ve certainly had much worse meals, and I wouldn’t turn down another visit to Rico’s cosi. I would love to try sitting inside next time.

If you decide to go there yourself, make sure you bring plenty of Swiss Francs or a credit card with a healthy limit. I think our bill came to somewhere around 400 CHF. That’s certainly not the most we’ve ever spent (that would be Cheval Blanc in Basel— just under 1000 CHF, and absolutely worth every cent!), but it was definitely expensive.

Rico’s cosi used to have at least one Michelin Star, but apparently, they lost it at some point. You can see this referenced in reviews from other guests, a few of whom were also turned off by the service. I notice that they are quick to accept responsibility in their responses to poor reviews, but they also complain about “harsh wording” in review titles. I guess I’ll take that under advisement when I write my Trip Advisor review. 🙄

On our way out of the garden, I was surprised by the sight of a very snazzy looking Ferrari. I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen one so up close and personal. But then, perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised. It was Switzerland, after all…

Wow!

I noticed Rico was also admiring the car, and we shared a moment staring at it. He actually seemed like a very friendly guy. He came around to the tables and thanked us for coming. It was just a couple of his staff members who came off as less than genuinely nice or service oriented.

As we were walking back to the hotel, I reflected more on the Ferrari and thought about the type of person who typically buys such a vehicle. Some of them are truly car aficionados, who simply love high performance sports cars and don’t mind spending six figures to own one (or more). And some of them are people who are compensating for certain other things that come up short in their lives… 😏🤣

But I can’t deny that the car was very impressive! And the person driving it, probably dines at Rico’s cosi, or places much like it, somewhat often.

Stay tuned for part eleven…

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An obnoxious blowhard in Mons… (part four)

We woke up to foggy mist on Thursday, and followed our usual routine… wake up, get dressed, and have breakfast. Bill went to work, and I went back to bed. I noticed the crowd in the breakfast room had thinned somewhat as some participants had already left the conference. I met one of Bill’s colleagues from Wiesbaden. He wouldn’t be the first of Bill’s co-workers I would meet in Mons on Thursday.

Once I was up for the day, I decided to take a walk to a different part of the city. I walked off the main drag toward some trees with yellow leaves on them. I correctly assumed it was a park, and I was definitely ready to find it. I craved peace and serenity, given the apprehensive mood of the events in November 2024 and what it all might mean for the future. I took a few photos and walked toward a bench. That’s when I noticed a lone rooster pecking the ground. He was surrounded by pigeons. I wondered what the rooster was doing in Mons. I’m sure there is an explanation. After all, I also saw wild chickens in Key West, Florida.

I sat down on another bench, near the pigeons, which had scattered once I took photos of the rooster. After a moment, the whole flock of them took off, beating the air enough that I could feel it on my face. I was grateful none of them bombed me with shit.

After a short break, I got up to leave the park area and noticed a little brasserie on the corner called La Fontaine. It looked like a neighborhood gem. It was too early for lunch, though, so I made a mental note of it and started walking in a different direction. At one point, a woman in a car stopped me and asked me something in French. I answered in English that I’m an American. She apologized and moved on. I guess I can pass for a local in Belgium, too. 😉

I was soon approaching the collegiate church that I had visited on Wednesday, except on Thursday, there was no sunshine. It gave the church a different look, so I took more photos…

I started walking down another street and noticed I was near the train station, which in Mons, looks a bit like a spaceship. I was actually thinking it reminded me of the Sports Complex in Yerevan, Armenia, across the street from where I once lived. I kept walking, trying to decide where to stop for a closer look. I headed up another street, and noticed what appeared to be a tower. I headed toward it and finally reached it, but was left kind of disappointed. It was a tower, but it was fenced off, with no information about what it was. I looked it up online. It turned out to be the Tower of the Val des Ecoliers, and it was in a state of disrepair. What a pity. But I did get photos, which you can see below.

I looked at my watch and realized it was almost lunchtime, so I started to make my way back toward the Grand Place. The weather had turned mistier and chillier, but I noticed that the group of tiny schoolchildren I passed were not upset about it. I smiled as I watched children hold hands and cheerfully walk through a quiet neighborhood. There were children of all races in the group, happily co-existing. I wish more of the adults in America were that wise.

I hemmed and hawed as I considered where I wanted to go for lunch. I finally noticed the Leffe Plaza Bar was open. I walked into the place, which was empty, save for a very young bartender who appeared to be getting ready for the lunch crowd. He didn’t speak much English, but his English was better than my French. I conveyed to him that I hoped to have lunch, and he invited me to take a seat at the back of the dining room. I was glad for that, as it made me feel less conspicuous. A few more people showed up a bit later.

The bartender was very nice and brought me a couple of large beers, along with the burger I ordered. As usual, the burger turned out to be pretty messy and too big to eat with my hands. I had to cut it up. But it tasted good, and Belgian beer is always a treat. Also, the frites were outstanding. No one does fries like the Belgians do. I just wish they offered ketchup instead of mayo. I guess I could have asked, but that seems like such an American thing to do. After lunch, I was feeling a bit tipsy, so I decided to go back to the hotel for a rest.

While I waited for Bill, I decided to make a video for my YouTube channel. I usually post music on that channel, but when I’m traveling, I can’t so easily do that. So I made a talking video… and I was a little drunk when I did it. It was political in nature, so I’m not going to add it here. Suffice to say, if you’re interested, you can easily find it if you know where to look.

Finally, evening arrived, and Bill got back to the hotel. It was the last night before the conference would end, so we decided to go out to dinner. There was a place I noticed that was packed every night, so I was eager to try it out. It was called La Vache à Carreaux (The Checkered Cow). Just as we were deciding whether or not to go inside, a group of men approached. They turned out to be guys from Bill’s conference. They work at Patch Barracks in Stuttgart, where Bill once worked 15 years ago.

Although we didn’t have reservations, the friendly wait staff managed to find us a table. We were in the same room as Bill’s colleagues were. One of them joked that we were going into the restaurant, in spite of the fact that one of the guys in the group was present. I didn’t get the joke at first, because I didn’t know any of the men. But I soon realized why the guy had made the subtle warning. In that group of three men, there was a guy who wrote the book on being loud and obnoxious.

Bill and I ordered beer and dinner. I had decided on the duck confit, which looked excellent and I assumed correctly that it would be mushroom free. The obnoxious guy also ordered duck confit. While we were waiting for our food, he proceeded to regale everyone in the restaurant about his foodie cred. He spoke very loudly about his love of foie gras, and how he prepares duck confit. He loudly opined about fine wines and gourmet food, bragging about how he has guys in Alsace and Lorraine who procure the best French products for him and ship it all directly to his German address. It was very annoying, because he was epitomizing all of the worst stereotypes about Americans.

But then… he started talking about how foie gras is made. I don’t like foie gras in any case, but especially since I know how it’s made. I don’t want to get into the specifics here, but basically geese are force fed until their livers become fatty. It’s pretty barbaric, in my opinion, and although I’m not a vegetarian, that’s a delicacy I can skip because I don’t like it, and the process of making it is very cruel. I generally don’t eat veal for the same reason. As he extolled the virtues of eating foie gras, the guy bellowed “People who think the method of making foie gras is cruel are ‘fucking retarded.’ It’s all a bunch of bullshit!”

Bill got a load of the expression on my face, which had dissolved into pure bitchface. I can be loud and obnoxious myself, when the mood strikes, but since we’ve been in Europe, Bill and I have adopted a policy of speaking quietly when we’re in public. It’s a courtesy thing. This guy was sharing his views with EVERYONE– not just his work buddies, but Bill and me, the wait staff, and the Belgians who were trying to enjoy their dinners. Nevertheless, dinner was delicious, and we did stay for dessert… but cut out of there quickly once that was over.

I can see why La Vache à Carreaux is often full. The food and service were very good. I would go back. But if I do go back, I hope it will be when those guys aren’t around to talk about foie gras and swear in front of everyone. I feel sorry for that obnoxious blowhard’s wife. But then, I guess a lot of people feel sorry for Bill, too. 😀

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