Out Of The Blue
by Gregory Katz
And, oh, the delicious specialty-food stores in the Old Town. I
couldn't help sampling the fare at Bodega Gorgot and Bodega
Española, a Spanish bodega and restaurant set up in 1874 and
stocked with fine rioja and excellent chorizo and calamari. I also
couldn't resist the offerings at H. Schwarzenbach, an aromatic food
emporium laden with spices, teas, coffee, meats, and wines that can
match anything New York and
Paris have to offer. The sweets
department even offers handmade marzipan shaped like Snow White and
the seven dwarfs - not to my taste, but I knew my daughter would
love them, so I plunked down the necessary Swiss francs.
The Old Town is particularly moody at night, when the old-fashioned
gaslights come on and the medieval streets are filled with
modern-day revelers. The absence of harsh, modern anticrime
lighting gives everything a mellow look. I enjoyed just wandering
around and drifting back in time, stopping at a few places for red
wine before I went home for the evening.
The Old Town is, thankfully, not entirely sanitized. This is the
part of Zurich where eccentrics are welcome, including people like
Frankie B., the grizzled proprietor of Coiffeur du Théatre, a hair
salon where every customer is invited to share a beer and is given
a chance to enjoy the hundreds of black-and-white rock-and-roll
photos and other eclectic decorations. When I stopped in, a Buddy
Guy video was playing, so the shop was filled with the sweet sound
of
Chicago blues. In the summertime, Frankie moves his operation to
the street to escape the heat in his shop. He welcomes new
customers but warned me to try to book appointments before noon,
because the beer drinking takes its toll on him: "After that, the
barber is drunk," he admitted. I checked my watch - it was 3:30 in
the afternoon - and decided to move on without getting a trim.
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