Ken and I have a soft spot for The Swiss Chalet. Before we married, we went to eat at the Eglinton and Yonge branch of The Swiss Chalet, because we could afford it. Now, once every summer, we have lunch at The Swiss Chalet in Bridgewater, just to remind us of our youth. Nostalgia personified. I always order exactly what I used to eat all those years ago: half a chicken and fries with double portion of sauce.
Coming home from the cottage on Tuesday, we needed to switch our rental truck in Bridgewater so we drove the back roads to highway 10 and then to the the rental place. When we had completed our switch, Ken and I drove directly to The Swiss Chalet for our annual lunch. The menu had changed. They are now serving beef. Ken ordered a beef Rueben sandwich while I stuck with my chicken. The most interesting part of eating at The Swiss Chalet is the anticipation. I am excited to dine there. The problem is that the food is a bit boring. Ken's sandwich tasted fine, just not like any Rueben he had tasted before and my chicken was dry. I guess that is why we only go there once in a season. But for the first fifteen minutes, I love being there. And I still like their sauce. We will continue to return to The Swiss Chalet every year, I feel sure, even though the food is not wonderful. We must be in a rut.
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