Of all the restaurants where I have sat beneath a canopy of Maple leaves, Le Perron in Geneva is undoubtedly the best, or come to think of it, actually the only one. Having said that, I suppose I should be grateful to be sitting outside at all in October in Europe.
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A mate of mine, Grayo, who is also a Man City fan, abhors the colour red because it’s the colour that the team from the dark side of Manchester play in. So what colour is his car then? “Erm. well it’s a sort of cherry colour.”  “It’s bloody red!” I laughed. “But the mileage is really low and it was a real bargain” he proffered in weak defence.
I agree that wherever practicable, one should buy an item based on any colour but red, and I once had a red car re-sprayed to avoid embarrassment. But then there is wine. Ah wine. This life long axiom falls apart at the seams, since I have only ever seen one blue wine and it was grim.
So spotting a bar in Geneva which could have been named after a Man United kit, I approached with trepidation. I am sick of seeing United players out on the town in Manchester whilst the City players sleep soundly preparing for the next game (or maybe just don’t get recognised). Would Le Rouge et le Blanc be crammed with Swiss footballers, winos, or just ordinary folk?
Being in Geneva, on the Swiss/France border, we called Alban, our mate from Grenoble for a recommendation. Alban has business contacts in Geneva so he would know a decent restaurant. Better than that, he came over to meet.
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