Joe and I set out to find Geneva’s best shawarma joint

I have a friend Joe, and one of the things he and I enjoy doing together is taking long walks around Geneva where we discuss solutions to the world’s problems and then reward ourselves by enjoying a meal featuring Geneva’s fast food staple: a shawarma sandwich.  Shawarma/Kebob is Geneva’s most popular fast food.  Seemingly every block has one or two shawarma joints, so Joe and I had the idea that it would be fun to try a different one every time and then I’d write this review and anoint one of our lunch destinations as the “best shawarma joint in Geneva”.

Joe is the perfect friend to collaborate on this effort because he’s probably the best cook I know.  When we weren’t solving the world’s problems, Joe and I would often find ourselves comparing recent recipes we had tried.  I fancy myself a pretty good cook (eating out is too expensive in Geneva so if you want to eat well without going broke, you better learn to cook a little bit…) but Joe is in a different league than me.  He makes meals using ingredients I’ve never heard of.  This makes Joe the perfect partner to critique Geneva’s shawarma.

Here we are on our way into one of the shawarma joints after a nice long walk in the city.

After our first or second outing, we developed the following criteria for evaluating the quality of the product.  (I will note that every shawarma sandwich in town, without exception, costs 10 Swiss francs, the equivalent of 10 U.S. dollars.)

    1. The bread: I prefer a crispier, thinner wrap, Joe was more amenable to a lighter, softer wrap.
    2. The meat: Joe and I both preferred lamb over chicken, but the meat must be individual slices skewered on a rod to form the large cylindrical stack from which the meat is carved from the outside in as it cooks. No “pre-packed” stacks are acceptable.
    3. The sauce: Traditional Lebanese sauces are the red spicy sauce and/or the white yogurt based sauce.
    4. Vegetables: Typically the vegetables are tomatoes, onions, and lettuce.  I always got the works.  Joe holds the onions.
    5. The service and authenticity of the restaurant “vibe”.

We probably visited a dozen shawarma joints.  We’ll start with the “also-rans”, which I will not identify by name because shawarma quality is in the eye (mouth?) of the beholder, and far be it for us to call out by name those shawarma joints that didn’t meet our particular tastes.  Someone else would have a different view, and we are not the final arbiter of what constitutes good shawarma.

So here we are at a place near the tram stop “Jonction”. I was initially introduced to this shawarma shop by my friends Philippe and Linda since it’s close to their ice cream shop.  These sandwiches were good.  Good meat, good bread, good vegetables, but their sauce was mayonnaise-based, taking it out of the running for the best shawarma in town.

This shawarma was good, but no mayo please.

Here we are enjoying shawarma at a place near the downtown train station Gare Cornavin.  This shawarma was also very good, but Joe and I both prefer a bread wrap that is toasted a little bit so that it has a little flakier texture to it.  These wraps were cool, which took this restaurant out of the running.

This was good shawarma, but toast the wrap a little bit please.

Here we are at another spot near the Gare Cornavin, located on a block where you can’t swing a cat without hitting a Lebanese restaurant.  As you can clearly tell by Joe’s morose expression, we weren’t overly impressed with this shawarma.  I wasn’t a fan of the bread, which struck me as too similar to an english muffin, and Joe had issues with the quality and variety of the vegetables.

This shawarma made Joe pout a little bit.

Now, on to the award podium:

Our 2nd runner up: Kapris Café Restaurant Kebab Cagdas, on the Route de Meyrin.  Located kitty corner from one of Geneva’s McDonalds and next door to a Dominoes pizza, this authentic Lebanese restaurant serves up a shawarma sandwich that checks all the boxes: great meat, great bread, good sauce.  They also provide a good helping of french fries, which we enjoyed at all our stops.

Good shawarma, good fries, decent vibe.

Our 1st runner up: Parfums de Beyrouth.  Once again, this meal had everything we were looking for in a shawarma sandwich: the quality of the meat was outstanding, the wrap lightly toasted and the red sauce had the perfect spiciness.  But what really stands out about Parfums de Beyrouth is that it has the most authentic Lebanese vibe of any restaurant we tried.  We’ve eaten here on multiple occasions, and it’s always crowded (which is a good thing) and many of the clientele appear to be of middle eastern descent, who ought to know a good Lebanese restaurant when they see one.

We were the only westerners in the restaurant.

… And the winner of the “Best Shawarma Joint in Town” goes to: Saveurs d’Orient!  Full disclosure on this choice: this restaurant is located just a short walk from my apartment, and became my go-to dinner option when I wasn’t up to cooking.  I became something of a “regular” and the store’s proprietor, Husseyn, would always greet me when I entered his shop, ask me how I was doing (“Ca va?”) and then offer me a free beer while I waited for him to prepare my sandwich.  Then he would proceed to shave off a very generous helping of lamb, open up a healthy size toasted pita and spread in a spicy red sauce, a load of meat, all the vegetables, more meat, and a drizzle of the white yogurt sauce.  I’m pretty sure he’d make my sandwich especially large, since I was a regular.  On my visit with Joe, we both appreciated the great service and the quality of the ingredients.

My favorite shawarma cook Husseyn, who hailes from Turkey

So there you have it, the definitive review of shawarma joints in Geneva, from amateur food critics, Joe and me.  Next time you’re in Geneva, skip the McDonald’s and the Dominoes and head to one of these authentic Lebanese eateries.


We went to the Chateau d’Oex Hot Air Balloon Festival!

I think we can all agree that there’s nothing better than a hot air balloon festival. What a sight to behold, dozens of massive, colorful, and often whimsical balloons lifting off together into a clear azure sky. So when I learned that the village of Chareau d’Oex, the Hot Air Ballooning Capital of the World,  would be hosting its annual “International Festival des Ballons à Air Chaud”, I made plans for us to spend that weekend in the Swiss alps.

The village of Chateau d’Oex (pronounced “Chateau Day”, sort of…) is a two-hour drive from Geneva up into the Swiss alps. The second half the trip is a steady, winding, uphill climb from the floor of the Sion valley toward the well-known ski town of Gstaad, with its majestic mountain peak views. On the day we drove up, the sky wasn’t exactly azure, but the weather conditions were otherwise perfect: chilly, with a light snowfall and very little wind.

Approaching the village, here was the scene out of our windshield:


Many hot air balloons

    We arrived just as a dozen or more balloons were launching.



After we’d been there for a little while, the weather brightened to reveal a partially cloudy but otherwise azure sky.  This colorful balloon sports the logo of the festival.

Colorful balloon

That one on the right is supposed to be a cylinder of compressed gas, essential for successful hot air ballooning.

For a reasonable price, you could go for a ride in a tethered balloon, shown below.  I’ve never gone for a ride in one, but I’ve concluded anyway that it’s just as much fun to walk around looking at them as it is to float up in one.

Funny balloon

Look!  Up in the sky! It’s a bird… It’s a plane… No, it IS a bird!

I know what your’re thinking: “Why is this international balloon festival held in a little Swiss village high in the alps?” As it turns out, Chateau d’Oex has a proud ballooning history: it was the launching point of the first ’round the world’ voyage of a hot air balloon. In 1999, a Swiss pilot named Bertrand Piccard and an English pilot named Brian Jones circumnavigated the globe in 15 days. Since they reached altitudes of 35,000 feet, they opted out of the traditional wicker basket, and flew instead in this iron capsule, which is displayed just outside the Hot Air Balloon Museum.

Around the world balloon cabin

We were at the festival’s 20th anniversary celebration of the flight around the world.

Here’s a short video I shot to capture the sights and sounds of this festival.  The narration is in French. I think he was mentioning something about how lovely the balloons look against the azure sky.

We’re getting a lot of cross-country skiing in this winter

I love cross country skiing. And for the record, I don’t like downhill skiing. It’s too scary. I enjoy the serenity of cross country skiing. So this winter, for three main reasons, I’ve been working hard to get my kilometers in. Reason #1: This is our last winter in Switzerland. (Yes, the SwissSojourner’s remaining days in Switzerland are numbered. More on that another time.) Reason #2) It’s been a great winter for cross-country skiing in the nearby Jura and the French Alps. Reason #3: Our good friends Ed and Mary came to visit for a ski vacation! So I’ve had plenty of motivation to get out and ski this winter.

Our “go-to” destination for cross country skiing is the Jura National Park, just 45 minutes away near the town of St. Cergue, Switzerland. (Only a stone’s throw from France, though.) The Jura mountain range follows the France-Swiss border from Geneva and extends northward all the way to the Alsace region. Within an hour’s drive from Geneva, there are several great skiing options. And the drive is part of the fun! At just 1500 feet above sea level, there is no snow in Geneva. You have to drive “up” to get to the snow. In this video, which I produced with two hands firmly on the wheel, you can get a feel for the drive up to the crest of the mountain range, at around 4,000 feet above sea level.

Our newest favorite place to ski in the Jura is a placed called La Vattay. What I love most about La Vattay is that the area is dedicated exclusively for cross country skiing. What I love second most is that there are over 50 kilometers of beautifully groomed ski trails. What I love third most is the friends you make out on the trail. Cross-country skiers are almost always fun and friendly people.

Another thing about the skiers over here. They start them very young. I see this scene a lot, and it always makes me smile.

This future Olympian might be 3 years old. Maybe.

The trails at La Vattay are mostly through the woods, which is nice especially on a colder or windier day. Here’s a look from the trail. I made this video for Ed and Mary before their visit to pump them up!

Then Ed and Mary came! (Interesting note: Ed and Mary also happened to be our first ever visitors, and as it happens, they will also be our last. Like bookends.) Our first ski together was at a place on the Jura crest called Col de Marchailluz.

Top 3 on the podium!

…and here are Ed and Mary skiing in at the end of our 18 kilometer ski.

Another great place to cross-country ski is Chamonix, in France. So the next day we headed south from Geneva about an hour and fifteen minutes to ski the along the Chamonix Valley, in the shadow of Mont Blanc, Europe’s tallest mountain. The ski trail is mostly flat, except for more challenging part that Ed did, and runs along the beautiful Arve River. We came upon these blonde horses in a barn out on the trail.

Horses in Chamonix

I watched one of these horses take a “snow bath” rolling around in the snow!

Ed and Mary sandwiched Spain inside their Swiss vacation, so for the week they were gone, I did a little scouting on my own of a ski town in the French alps called Morzine. Morzine is known more for its downhill skiing, but there are some good cross-country trails too. I rode up to the top on a chairlift, clipped into my skis, and skied along the mountain ridge with some beautiful vistas, like this one.

Morzine trail view

A magnificent view from the trail in Morzine.

The day after Ed and Mary returned from Spain, we ventured back up the Jura to ski the red trail at La Vattay. Here’s a map of the trail network. Maybe if you click on it, that’ll enlarge it enough to be able to make out the different colors of the trails. The red trail route we completed was 11 kilometers.

La Vattay trail map

I told Mary I was going to come back and do the black trail.

On Mary and Ed’s final skiing day, we set out early for the winding drive all the way up to the Morzine/Avoriaz area, about 90 minutes away. But fate intervened, and an incoming storm on the top of the mountain forced us to create a new plan, one that did not involve getting stuck in a blizzard at 6000 feet in the French Alps. Instead, I called our friends Philippe and Linda in Lullin, 30 minutes away along the scenic Routes des Alps where they invited us over and welcomed us with their customary great hospitality and the world’s greatest ice cream.

Ed and Mary left the next day, but I wasn’t done. I pledged that I would come back and do the black trail at La Vattay. (Refer to indecipherable map, above.) So I did. It’s called the black trail, but it doesn’t carry the same connotation as a downhill “black diamond” trail. It’s not more dangerous, it’s just more challenging. Longer uphills mostly. It does contain downhills too, of course, but my snowplowing skills are pretty advanced these days, so I succeeded in not wiping out. Here’s a photo I took of the trail marker that indicates the kilometers covered and the overall elevation change over the trail course.

This map of the black course shows an elevation change of a couple hundred meters along the 18K course.

Its always more fun to ski with other people, but this solo ski was one of the best I’ve ever had. I even felt good enough to add on a bit of the red trail, so I completed around 25 kilometers in a 3 hour ski. I stopped periodically to rest, or chat with fellow skiers or to take in some sights. Here is a picture of something really cool that I stumbled upon way out on the black trail. I wonder who the artist is!

Awesome mural on a trailside hut in La Vattay.

Look at this awesome mural!

As I mentioned, this is our last winter here. I think we have another 4 or 5 weeks of good snow left. I plan to make the most of it.

I’ve made some good friends hiking up Le Salève!

Have I mentioned that I like hiking up Geneva’s local mountain the Salève? I like hiking up the Salève so much that I’ve done it 80 times. Yes, for some obsessive compulsive reason, I’ve kept count.

In past posts, like this one, I’ve chronicled my hikes up with various family members and friends. Most of the time, though, I’m alone. And because I’m kind of a friendly Gus, I am always on the lookout for potential hiking companions who are there to hike the mountain at the same time as me.

Here’s what I mean: One day I was getting ready to start up when I noticed a couple studying the route map. As an experienced Salève hiker, I ALWAYS offer my assistance for someone trying to figure out where the trail head is, because it’s not too easy to find. And so this time I said to the couple in French: “Vous cherchez la piste?” (Are you looking for the trail?) And she responded in English: “We don’t speak French.” And so I said: “Me neither, really.” And then I said: “Follow me, I’m headed that direction.”

So off we go, and it’s about a 10 minute walk just to get to the trailhead, which gives me plenty of time to size them up as potential hiking companions that day. After we had established that we were all Americans, I asked them where they were from and it turns out they are from a town called Lakeville, just 15 minutes from my hometown of Eagan, Minnesota. We wound up hiking together almost all the way to the top, but they foolishly didn’t follow me all the way to the top where one is afforded the the view south to the Alps and Mont Blanc.

Here they are. Kim and her husband Chris.

Saleve friends from Lakeville

The only problem with these two is they quit about 10 minutes from the top.








So that’s the idea. About once in every 6 or 7 solo hikes, I’ve managed to find someone who I’ve hiked with, for part or all of the ascent to the top. Here are some of the other friends I’ve made hiking up the Salève:

One time last spring, I encountered two guys who looked confused and in search of the trail head, so once again, I offered them my assistance. Meet Rade and Kanje.

View on the Saleve

Rade and Kanje enjoying the view!

These two are friends and work colleagues from Serbia who were in town for a week as I.T. consultants to the World Health Organization. We met at the bottom and hiked all the way to the top, discussing world events all along the way. I still get emails from Rade telling me how much fun they had that day.




Not everyone I encounter on my way up are out to hike the mountain. I came across this nice woman one day who is from the town of Monnetier, at the halfway point of the hike up. She was out on a walk and stopped to feed these donkeys.

Lady feeding a donkey on the Saleve

This donkey likes fresh dandelions!







Then there was this dude:

Saleve swiss hoops guy

He also told me he has planned a hike all the way to the top of Mont Blanc this spring!

I met this guy a few months back as I started to pass him when he leaned over to pick up some garbage from the trail. I slowed down long enough to say “thanks” and he said he hikes the mountain all the time and always has a goal to pick up 5 pieces of trash. (The trail is generally pretty clean, but I love the spirit of the idea of finding 5 pieces of trash to pick up as you hike along.) I either can’t remember or never asked him his name in the 30 minutes we hiked together, but I did get to know him well enough to learn that he is a former semi-pro basketball player and he’s been hiking the Salève “almost every weekend for the last 20 years”!

This couple I met on the bus on the way to the Salève, and I saved them from getting off at the wrong stop. We walked together all the way from the bus stop to the foot of the mountain, about a 20 minute walk. I learned that she is a hell of a hiker, once having hiked for 10 days circumnavigating Mont Blanc, which I’m told is the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest twice, in terms of the total altitude gain!

Older Saleve hiker friends

These folks were only up for a shorter hike on this day.








Here’s another guy I met on the way up once, and I took his picture, but for the life of me, I can’t remember any particular details about him.

Can't remember this guy.

I can’t remember the details on this guy, but he was a good hiking companion.








But the best day of hiking I ever had with someone I met on the way up was this dude, a Polish guy name Micolaj.

Mikolaj and me on the Saleve

We’re about an hour in on a 6 hour hike.

He was asking directions of a local when I caught up to him, so I opened with my standard go-to line: “Are you looking for the trailhead?” and when he responded yes, I said, “then follow me!” Micolah was a public defender in Krakow, a real interesting guy and a solid hiker. On a day where I had planned just to hike up and ride back down on the téléphérique (cable car), Micolah and I wound up taking a long loop hike up and all the way up and back down. We even shared each other’s food. We spent 6 hours that day hiking together!







It’s always a little sad at the end of these hikes when I have to say farewell to these kindred spirits. But I know they won’t be the last friends I’ll make on the mountain.

I spent 3 days in Lullin, France with Philippe, and we took down his 100-year old shed! (…and we had pig blood sausage one day for lunch.)

Followers of this blog will recall my good friends Philippe and Linda from a previous post on how they make the best ice cream on the planet. When they are not working in Geneva at ArtyGlace making ice cream, Philippe and Linda live in a beautiful, quaint, rural village called Lullin, nestled in the French alps about an hour away from Geneva. Lullin is characterized by the surrounding majestic mountains, sloping fields with grazing cattle, and all the essentials necessary in a small village, but not much more, which is just the way its 800 or so residents like it.

A while back, Linda happened to mention that there was an old shed adjacent to the property that had become a bit of a hazard and hinted to me that Philippe might be able to use some help in taking it down. I enthusiastically jumped at the chance to help Philippe with the project for two main reasons. The first is that I really enjoy hanging out with Philippe. We always have plenty to talk about, and as he once succinctly put it, “it’s funny”. The other reason was that I’d get to participate and witness the demolition of a large shed! How great is that?

So I drove out to Lullin on a bright Monday morning, and after an hour or so of socializing in his back yard, we went to work. The first step was to empty it’s contents, which included some old doors, a large stack of roofing tiles, a very old wood stove, and two big wagon wheels. Here’s a look at the shed shortly after we began work.

Phil's shed

Philippe thinks this shed is 100 years old.

The second step in the demolition process was to dismantle and remove as much of the shed as possible. Its an old shed, so using a crow bar, the nails pop out relatively easy. Here’s a picture of Philippe and me after taking apart many of the siding planks.

Phil and me

As you can see, the shed is shedding!

More on the shed demolition in a moment, but this was a three day project, and since all work and no play makes us dull boys, we did take some time to have a little fun, and also enjoy some of the traditional local fare. In particular, Philippe wanted to turn me on to two specific items, both in the sausage family. We walked down to the local charcuterie, and picked up some boudin for lunch, and some atriaux for dinner. For the uninitiated (like myself), boudin is a sausage made entirely from dried pig blood. Atriaux is made entirely from pig innards. Philippe assured me that if I didn’t like it, he’d make me something else. I told him that that I was sure that wouldn’t be necessary, and that I would absolutely love it… which I did!

Boudin in Lullin

Boudin in Lullin. (It rhymes, in French.)

We also had some time to take a short walk up to visit Philippe’s mom, and on the way back home, Philippe noticed that a friend of his who owns around 40 antique cars was outside his garage. We walked up to say hello (“bonjour”, actually) and after exchanging pleasantries, Philippe said to me, “come here, I want to show you something.” He leads me over to a very old and very dusty car, which I think he said was a Renault. He proceeded to tell me that this very car was his family’s car when he was a little boy! I said, “You mean this actual car?” and he said, “yep”. Philippe told me that when he was just a little boy he got a nasty cut on his upper lip when his father stopped suddenly, and he flew forward into the front seat frame. They hadn’t yet invented seat belts, and the seats were literally made with a steel tubing frame and basically just screwed in to the floorboard.

Phil's car

Automobile safety has come along way since this car rolled off the assembly line!

Okay, back to our work demolishing the shed. The third step in the process is to loop a strong wire cable two times around the shed. You can see the cable if you look closely (or click on it) at the photo of Philippe and me above. Philippe’s friend and neighbor Yves provided the cable, and also the tractor which supplied the horsepower necessary to pull down the shed. Do you want to see what that looked like? Of course you do!

Pulling the shed down wasn’t quite enough to satisfy our desire for total destruction, so we asked Yves to knock it down a bit more, as long as we had a big tractor at our disposal. This part isn’t as exciting as the previous video, but it’s still pretty fun.

Throughout this whole process of course, we needed to find a place to deposit all the lumber, roofing panels, and other miscellaneous construction materials. Fortunately, there was a very convenient nearby spot to store it all. To be honest, I’m not sure what the long range plan is for all of this stuff, although Philippe did talk about someday using some of the salvageable lumber to build a storage area for firewood and other items. I did notice, though, that Philippe is not the only person who is storing piles of old lumber or other old building materials on their property, so it seems as though the practice is socially acceptable in this part of the world. And it’s not as though there is no place to put it. Lullin is a rural village and there’s plenty of open space around. Besides, we stacked it in very neat piles, as you can see from the photo below.

Shed scraps

Here’s what a 100 year old shed looks like all stacked up.

On Wednesday, two days after we began, we completed the job. Philippe confessed to me that at first, he was unsure that we’d be able to get it finished, but we discovered that the two of us work pretty well together, and that combination along with a little bit of horsepower and assistance from Yves and his tractor was enough to successfully complete the job. I’ve had lots of fun during these last 4+ years living in Switzerland, but spending these days in Lullin working with Philippe to take down this shed will definitely be one of my most enjoyable memories that I take back home with me when this whole adventure is said and done.

Phil with no shed

Philippe standing where the shed once stood.

Greg was here to hike for a week. It’s Game On!

My friend Greg came for a visit, and he came with just one objective. To better the record of my other friend Pat M. who was here a couple months back and hiked about 50 miles with me on his 6 day visit. Greg told me that he had been training for this week by hiking up and down stairs near his house along the nearby Mississippi River, which is the closest thing they’ve got to the Swiss alps.

So, here we go. Two physically fit, adventure seeking, hiking enthusiasts going mano a mano (albeit a month or so apart) for the undisputed title of “Top Visiting Swiss Sojourner Hiking Partner”. Continue reading

Think you can find a more beautiful country than this?? Norway, José!!

One of the things we like to do when the whole family is here visiting is to take advantage of Geneva’s proximity to other fun European destinations and to go there for a few days. One time it was Berlin. Another time it was Paris and Amsterdam. Last Christmas, Pat suggested that we spend part of our summer together in Norway. So in early August, the four of us boarded a plane to Oslo for a week in that beautiful country. Continue reading