Switzerland Rules

My friend James hates the Swiss. It's the only collection of people on Earth you can get him to say something bad about. Every time we went out together he would meet someone new and have them join us for drinks. James likes everybody even though he is British who for sport enjoy taking the piss out of every other nation.

James' dislike has something to do with the time he worked there and occasionally for fun after he'd had a few drinks we'd bring up a neutral (yet loaded) topic like delicious fondue. This set him off. The only good thing about him not being around anymore (he's not dead, he just works in England but will work in Shanghai from January...I smell a road trip in 2007) is we can go to a Swiss restaurant this weekend in peace.

This Saturday is the last time (my liver is already cheering) our usual gang can get together before the holidays scatter us all over the World. We are going to The Swiss Chalet (not the greasy yet tasty Canadian version) but this place that serves brilliantly gooey Cheese and meat fondues. We went there last year as well (minus James) and had a festive time. We like this restaurant because it's all decked out like an actual mountain Chalet. It has a huge burning fire place, real wood beams that they hang Christmas cheer from. It should be a great time.