Life in Lausanne
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October 24th, 2009 – by: puttyland
I went to lunch with Ariane and Saby and Ariane's colleague, Corinne. Ariane picked me up and drove me to the suburbs, where apparently the absolute BEST restaurant for La Chasse is. It was indeed, the best. I've had it 3 times in Lausanne, and the meat was the best here, although also the most expensive. I got venison again, but from the back of the animal this time, and it was cooked perfectly - rarer than the other places. I didn't order it "a point" this time, but "saignant" (rare), and it was perfect (but for the same result in Paris, I would use "a point"). One order of this came with 2 full plates of food. And I ate most of it!
I had planned to go shopping, but was exhausted, and I just went back to the hotel and updated my blog here and Facebook.
The Friday night show was fun, and after we went up by the cathedral to Le 13éme Siécle (the 13th Century) bar for a beer/cider with Mark's friends Ashley and Celine (? - spacing on her name), who are both nannies.
I can't believe my trip is almost over. I leave in 2 days. 2 weeks is certainly not enough time in Lausanne...I feel like it's a second home, and I didn't have enough time to hang out with everyone I know, and see (and taste) all the things I wanted to. But I know I'll be back. Gotta get dressed for the show tonight. A tout!
I woke up too late to get the hotel's breakfast again, so I got dressed and walked down to Globus and went downstairs to the gourmet food hall, sat at the coffee bar and had a sandwich and some coffee.
I spent the afternoon shopping and walking around town. I was desperate to find a new outfit because I'm so sick of the clothes I've been wearing for 5 weeks, but I realized if I bought any of the lovely woolen things I saw that I would never wear them in California.
The show last night was a lot of fun. Slow to get going, as usual, but a lot of our pals showed up, so they got the crowd rowdy. My friend Julien, a former bartender at King Size, showed up during the middle set to say hi. After the show, we went back to the Trez for a drink, along with Mark, his friend Zoey and her mom. It was much more crowded than the night before, so they didn't stay long. Julien sounds like he's got his life together, which is great to see. He was homeless and jobless last time I saw him. Now he's a naturopathy practictioner, and has a place to live. He says he doesn't go to bars much anymore, but he did want to catch up with the rest of the bartenders from King Size, and they all hang out at Le Zinc after work, so although I was tired, I said I'd grab one drink there with him.
AGAIN I got up too late for the hotel's breakfast, but I was dying for a cup of coffee. I threw some clothes on and started walking, forgetting that it was Sunday and just about EVERYTHING is closed. I found myself at St. François and looked up to see that the Starbuck's was open, and packed, with a line. I went in and stood on the line, and then remembered that the latte I had there last week sucked, and it was $7 for a small, and if I could just find an open café I could have a GOOD coffee, plus I could have American coffee when I got home.
I got onto the metro and decided what the hell, let's see where it goes, and I decided to go up the mountain several stops. The Lausanne marathon was going on, so there were loads of runners on the metro. I followed it up part of the way, and got out and looked around, but it was overcast and there didn't seem to be much there, so I figured I'd head back and get ready for the show at 4.
The show was quiet and uneventful. Ariane and Saby came with Ariane's co-worker Corinne, and Cédric and Christine, Giovanni, and Mark's nanny friend Celine (?) and her boyfriend Davy.
Ariane and Saby had to leave, but the rest of us went to Les Brasseurs (Alsatian restaurant) afterwards for dinner. I really wanted the mussels, but they were out! Mark and I split a steak tartare, and the flammeküche with Reblochon cheese, and a tarte tatin for dessert.
We said goodnight to Gio, Celine(?) and Davy, and the rest of us walked up to the cathedral to watch the town crier. Lausanne is apparently the last city in Europe that still has one. Between 10pm and 2am, the town crier apparently comes out of the bell tower and yells out the hour, and that all's well. Davy said that after he cries out, "C'est le guet - il a sonné minuit," that if you yell it back to him (or something similar like "Le guet a sonné) that he will drop a key down on a string, and you can open up the door and come up the tower.
We waited and had the video trained on the bell tower at midnight, but...he never came out. Maybe it was a vacation day for him, or he was sick or something. We were yelling for him, but no dice. I said goodnight to Joey and Mark as they were heading over to gay night at Mad, and I said a bientôt to Cédric and Christine, went in my hotel room and tried to cram everything in my suitcases.
A la prochaine, Lausanne!
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