We figured out which train we needed after I asked some grumpy guy on the platform who looked like Sam the eagle from the Muppet show, google it. Same unibrow, and was about as nice.
We boarded and were seated in the top portion of the car, the seats were comfy and we were the only ones there so we settled in for our 40 minute journey. 30 minutes into the journey they come to collect tickets. Turns out we had been seated in first class the entire time and we were thrown off the train....no not really, but we were required to sit in second class for the last ten minutes. It was a lot more crowded and the seats weren't as plush, but at least we remained on the train.
Here is Brian in our private car before we were booted:
We made it to our hotel in Lucerne pretty easily and we ended up being really close the famous bridges and Old Town portion of Lucerne. We went in search of dinner in hopes of getting to sleep early to get on Swiss time. It turned out to not be such an easy task, especially when tired and hungry. We walked around for about an hour and randomly ended up at a restaurant that cooks only chicken. It was decorated like a chicken coop inside and the light fixtures were all made of welded wire to form the shape of abstract chickens. It was our first chance to try Rosti, which is a traditional swiss dish (its basically buttery hashbrowns). It was great and will now be my go-to item if everyhting else on the menu looks odd.
Here are some pics from the chicken place:
Brian's Kebabs came on a chicken skewer, literallly.
My Rosti, I didn't eat the white stuff....loooked like watery mayo to me.
A note about Fondue: So we almost went to fondue and we found a few places along the river who serve it, unfortunately, and for whatever reason, neither of us could stand the smell of it as we walked by the patrons enjoying it. The smell made us both kind of gag, it was pungent and nauseating. It could have been the long day of travel, the lack of sleep or the fact that it really just smells TERRIBLE, really really TERRIBLE, like the smell a goat may have after vomiting, or even a cow, so a goat/cow with the flu. In any case, we have yet to try it.
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