Food is often on our minds. Getting to a new place, you need to establish routes for hunting and gathering. It’s an imperative for survival that we often take for granted at home (we were on the Trader Joe’s, Whole Foods, Shaw’s circuit in Brookline).
We had been told repeatedly to go to Germany for meat. Because in Switzerland, meat is really, really expensive. Something about the cost of happy chickens and relaxed cows. Germany is more focused on maximum fleisch for the dollar, and makes no bones about it. So we headed across the border and reveled in a meat extravaganza.
It’s not only price that is different (about 60 percent cheaper), but variety and display which may reveal much about the cultural differences between the Germans and the Swiss. In Germany, it’s an in-your-face celebration of meat. The porn equivalent would be the money shot, over and over again. In Switzerland, it’s a neat, carefully selected, vacuum-packed display of reasonably-apportioned product.
We eagerly await the delivery of our Weber grill.