what did I order?

Swiss cuisine is so predictable that if I see something I don't understand on the menu, I order it. Sometime I ask the waiter what it is, but I usually don't understand their explanation enough to figure out what I might get. Almost every time, I've gotten something really yummy.

Yesterday at Hintergiessboden on Zugerberg was no exception, though there was a twist. I thought I was ordering fish. The waiter returned and asked me something that I thought meant "do I want it all cooked?" This was confusing so I asked if the fish was too big and perhaps he was asking if I wanted only a half portion. After a couple of minutes, we realized that I had ordered "fleisch" (meat), not fish and he was asking how I wanted it cooked, medium or well-done. We settled on medium and I awaited my fate. I got a steak, nicely presented and delicious, covered in garlic butter. Throughout the meal, I was raving about the meat, how tender and tasty it was. It didn't cut like a regular steak, it kinda fell apart like a roast.

Later that night I translated what I had ordered and discovered that I had eaten....


you guessed, horse meat. Specifically, I had ordered Fohlenfillet, which translates to foal or young horse. So not only did I eat a horse, but the horse equivalent of veal. I wasn't disgusted like I eaten a spider or something. I just felt dirty and a little sad, like I just ate a puppy or endangered animal. So gauche. Today, I've been treated to all manner of neighing and clip-clopping around the house.


we started with housemade garlic bread, super yum


Max opted for the horse-free Aelplermagronen, the swiss mac n'cheese