The best meals are not always the fanciest, most expensive, famous, or easy to access. We always make the effort to find out the local specialties and tap into local sources for getting to the right place. Join me as I recall a few of my favs:
Breaking from our usual frenetic pace we enjoyed Geneva as the locals do. Under the tutelage of our good friends, Geneva residents Eva and Bob, we are seeing some sites, relaxing, chatting, and enjoying views of the tranquil lake. A highlight for us was visiting the nearby country village of Hermance and enjoying some of the fabulous local perch prepared the typical Swiss way (with a butter sauce), at La Croix Federale. No trip to this part of the world would be complete without sampling this delicious local fish. Good company, blue skies, perfect temperature, the harmony of the migrating songbirds, and cold white wine combined to create a day of really special memories.
My husband and I love oysters and make it a point of trying them wherever we travel. I don’t know how it took us so long to experience these delicious bi-valves in a state we both love. The Narragansett Indians inhabited this area and called it Matunuck meaning “lookout”. Maybe the name reflected a need for security, or maybe it was the view. But the real stars here are the oysters.
University of Rhode Island aquaculture grad Perry Raso farms the delicacies close by on Potter Pond. His pond-to-plate concept at Matunuck Oyster Bar is a winner and his restaurant is on our must-visit list whenever we are in Rhode Island. Three varieties: Matunuck, Rocky Road, and Wild Goose. So sweet and tender. Rocky Roads are our favs. Go Rhody. Read the rest of this entry
We are in beautiful Geneva. We are breaking from our usual frenetic pace and enjoying Geneva as the locals do. Under the tutelage of our good friends, Geneva residents Eva and Bob, we are seeing some sites, relaxing, chatting, and enjoying views of the tranquil lake. A highlight for us was visiting the nearby country village of Hermance and enjoying some of the fabulous local perch prepared the typical Swiss way (with a butter sauce), at La Croix Federale.
Good company, blue skies, perfect temperature, harmony of the migrating songbirds and cold white wine combined to create a day of really special memories.
Along the way, we sampled delicious dried filet, luscious cheeses and Italian sesame bread sticks (better than they had a right to be). We visited the Vielle Ville (Old Town), stopping in the Cathédrale St. Pierre to see Jean Calvin’s famous chair, and then took the time to hang out in one of the area’s many small cafes. At the center is the Place du Bourg-de-Four, with the Palace of Justice on one side and the 15th century Hotel de Ville on another. In 1864, the Geneva Convention was signed in the Alabama room (named for the ship) on the first floor of the hotel.
We hit the famous spots: where the Red Cross was founded, the high-end shops cluster, and Palais des Nations. Geneva is a center of diplomacy, and hosts more than 250 international organizations. We quickly passed by the Jardin Anglais with its large floral clock (a spot no self-respecting Swiss would be caught).
And of course how could you not love the iconic Jet d’Eau, the 460’ tower of water on a jetty on the south bank of Lake Geneva (Lac Léman). It’s the landmark you can see from everywhere.
One very interesting fact I learned is that even though we are in this lovely city in this neutral country, Geneva residents are required to have bomb shelters. The government backs this requirement up with financial support and inspects them annually. Who knew? Should we be worried . . .
This is a beautiful city, and we have loved our all-too-brief interlude here before we hit the rails tomorrow morning. Now to sleep.