Flashback 2010, Zurich, Switzerland: On a Sunday evening we trooped down to a restaurant our Swiss friend recommended for the best Swiss food in Zurich. After all, I didn't want to leave Switzerland before tasting the national delicacy: the veal sausage. Our friend asked the restaurant manager for a table for three in German. The man said we'd have to wait an hour and half. We were famished, we told him. We had to wait in the cold and rain outside, he said. A couple of elderly ladies walked in and got a table. After half an hour, we requested again. He said it was a busy day. I asked the man if there was a good restaurant for Swiss food nearby. "This is the best." "But you aren't giving me a taste of the best and so I'll have to find the second-best." He shook his head and in the next five minutes found ourselves seated at a table next to the elderly ladies. The veal sausage and fondue were delicious.
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