my very heartwarming steak tartare. what a cute chef. =) in a rather, how to describe…, endearing restaurant with endearing waiters. at Lausanne. can’t recall the name but it was in the lonely planet book and its in the middle of town. a cafe by the sidewalk, very french like. classic decor, curly words as you can see on the table, middle-aged male waiters who really know their stuff and feel like they grew up with the restaurant. they, peculiarly exhibit this feeling of casualness. it comes across in the way they feel so at ease letting you sit wherever you want, order whenever you want, how they are not afraid of giving too good or too bad service, how he doesnt bat an eyelid when a non-french speaking asian family enters and i order steak tartare, how he recommends their house wine selection and doesn’t really make a big deal out of anything.
how they can serve mains, fondue chinoise – which is our steamboat, they can have guests come and eat buns or sandwiches i cant remember, they can have delicately laid out dishes paired with plain cutlery and glasses.
i guess it comes from experience. its abit like how when you invite a friend over to your house, for some people you need to worry about what to feed them and entertain them. for some people they can readily make themselves at home and are very comfortable around and you dont need to conjure up something to entertain them, they’ll somehow find something to do or there’ll be some common ground.
its that inexplicable savoir-faire, savoir-vivre. ya know.
ok it’s Le Vaudois, haha. with an amusing website http://www.levaudois.ch/