Rick and I had not intended to go to eat in a restaurant. We had been exploring a village, Veigy, in France on New Year's Day for no other reason than because we could.
On the way back as we crossed back into Switzerland we passed the restaurant Café de la Frontière.
We had meant to eat there last week. Marc, the manager had been at Marro, our other restaurant of frequent meals, and we like supporting his adventure not just because we like him but because the food is good and the atmosphere cozy.
Much easier to take a left into the parking lot than go home and cook.
We debated calling my former housemate only to find her already there. My trout and rick's lasagna were good. Rick is trying to find the perfect lasagna in Geneva. Today he came a bit closer
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