Weird stuff always happens to Sonja, when she went to see the Eiffel Tower a giant spit ball landed in her ear, that’s right IN her ear. The wind must have been really strong at the exact second it was passing her ear and projected the spit ball horizontally into her ear. Gross. As a result of weird stuff following Sonja she’s got a lot of really interesting stories, and her birthday was just another one to add to the pile.

She chose this tiny Swiss restaurant. The food was okay, thought I found it a bit rude; like the service (but I’ll get to that later). Here’s my chicken schnitzel giving me the finger.

Jenny, for some bizarre reason, went with the pork hock. Boy did she get a shock when it arrived, the thing was a beast.

The food was pretty good but the service was … I don’t know … weird. Half of the time we weren’t sure if the host was joking around with us or if he really didn’t want us to ask what was in the garden salad. Let me paint the scene.

Anna ordered a garden salad to go with her meal.
Connie – indecisive about the salad – then ask what’s in the garden salad.

Fair enough question.

The host looked mortified that she asked and instead of just describing what was in the salad he said “Why do you need to ask? How about I bring out her salad (Anna’s) and you can see that and then decide if you want one”.

Okay…

The night continued in the same fashion filled with a lot of awkward silent WTF looks throughout the restaurant. He even made a comment once saying “The food is all good here, service not so good, but the food is good.” At the time we weren’t sure if we were meant to take that literally, but by the end of the night we figured he wasn’t joking.

After debating about who should ask for the bill, it finally arrived as a scrambled messy piece of paper. Because I didn’t have any money on me I was going to take the cash and pay for the meal on my card. The host freaked out saying I couldn’t do that and that it’s illegal, then went on a rant about not letting me do that. WTF – chill out! Instead he let me pay for my part of the bill on card and took the cash. Tom’s comment of “Oh you like cash do you” didn’t help the situation either.

Let’s just say we’re not going back there anytime soon.