As I mentioned in my previous post, yesterday was a national holiday here in Switzerland. It’s known as “Ascension Day” and occurs 40 days after Easter (explains why it was on a Thursday rather than on a more convenient Monday or Friday). Martin needed to attend meetings in Lausanne this week so we decided to time it with the holiday and spend the day off in Lausanne. I caught the train to Lausanne later in the afternoon after my last German class.
The train journey from Bern to Lausanne is particularly beautiful. It takes you through picturesque countryside and farmland. There are only a couple tunnels on the route and the last tunnel before Lausanne opens up to reveal a gorgeous view of Lake Geneva (or Lake Léman as it is also called). The track follows along the lake until it reaches Lausanne. I sat there like the giddy tourist with my camera pressed against the window the entire journey.
Martin and I met up after his meetings at our hotel and then went to a small and very busy wine bar near our hotel. Being a very good planner, Martin had printed off the English menu for the restaurant where we had made a reservation for that evening. The food sounded amazing and I quickly chose my starter and main:
Starter: Noix de Saint-Jacques sautées et homard canadien, nage de crustacés, légumes de printemps et morilles (roasted scallops with Canadian lobster in crustacean sauce, spring vegetables and morels)
Main: Selle de veau rôtie, cassolette de morilles et asperges, gnocchi de pommes de terre et sauce porto (roasted saddle of veal with cassoulet of morels and asparagus, potato gnocchi and port wine jus)
I decided to keep my dessert options open.
We made our way over to the restaurant and gave the host our name. It was quickly apparent that there was an issue. Martin had printed off his reservation confirmation, but it turned out there was actually two Les Trois Rois in Switzerland. Our reservation was at Les Trois Rois in Basel and this Les Trois Rois (which is completely unrelated to the Basel Les Trois Rois) was completely booked for the evening.
My dreams of lobster and scallops and veal and gnocchi were quickly dashed. At this point I was starving, a little tipsy from our pre-dinner drinks and my feet were starting to hurt (I actually wore heals for the occasion). Defeated and a little embarrassed we made our way back to the hotel. I changed into flats and then we called up another one of the recommended restaurants from Martin’s colleague. I used my very rusty French to make a reservation for 9:00PM.
It wasn’t quite the romantic, fine dining experience we were hoping for, but it was quiet and friendly and available.
The next morning we made our way down to the lake and had brunch at our favourite creperie. The forecast was for cloud and rain, but it was thankfully the complete opposite. I still couldn’t convince Martin to get into a pedalo with me. He had his work laptop with him and was afraid to leave it with a stranger and also didn’t like the other option of taking it on board. He’s an IT person’s dream!
We spent a couple hours walking along the promenade and finished the day with two scoops of gelato. A perfect ending to a lovely mini-break!