DonCorson
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Accept your fate.
After returning home from vacation we just wanted to eat lunch with our son and his girlfriend and have a relaxing weekend to help get over the jetlag.
As the saying goes, to make the Gods laugh, plan.
After finishing lunch at a nice little restaurant in Biel our son comes out with it; "What would you think of a night in the Cloister Hotel on the St.Peters Island. This evening."
He had a reservation for himself and his girlfriend, but had to take over a night shift at the hospital for a collegue.
OK
But we had nothing with us for the night and no time to go home before the last taxi boat to the island. What the hell, let's go. So we quickly buy two toothbrushes and head off to get the boat. After the 20 minute ride we arrive at the ex Clunisien cloister in the St. Peters Island. The first buildings for the cloister were built in the 9th century. The present structure is largely from the 12th.
Of course the cloister was self sufficient and still today cattle is raised and wine made from the grapes growing on the property. We tried all the wines and found the champagne to be the best, so we started our meal with a glass of St. Peter Island champagne along with the amuse-bouche, a red beat salad from local beats.
To our meal we decide on an assemblage from the Toscanna, the local reds not really convincing.
The appetisers a green salad and a fennel carpaccio.
Unfortunately the main course made us forget to take pictures. What it was: milk lamb roast with polenta and beef filet from beef raised on the island with risotto and brocolli.
The deserts: pear parfait with red wine-chocolate cake and quark lasagne with berries and honey icecream.
For the "puce caffee" with our caffee we tried druzen schnapps (from the yeast filtered out of wine) and apple schnapps from the local apple variety "Rose de Berne". These are apples with a slightly pink flesh that we find only at the farmers market.
The next morning we take a walk around and see the beef, a Jean-Jaques Rousseau memorial, who spent some time here in 1765, then we catch the taxi boot back for our trip home.
This message has been edited by DonCorson on 2015-04-19 09:30:39
Accept your fate.
"No Fate But What We Make"...
