There is a little bar close to my place that serves delicious Italian sandwiches called ‘Piadina’. And this bar is open until midnight, which appeased my hunger many times and saved me from eating chicken nuggets at McDonald’s or a Döner box around the corner. If there would be a Lebanese Döner place, I would also go there because Lebanese Döner’s are way better than Turkish Döner’s. But the problem is that all Lebanese places I know took the Swiss dinner habits a little bit too seriously and already close at 7pm or 9pm latest. That’s why I keep going to this charming Italian restaurant and I keep ordering the same Piadinas: Pecorino-Artichokes-Rucola OR Bresaola-Artichokes-Rucola. (I belong to this group of people who orders always the same thing or buys five times the same jeans or pullover when I find something that I like very much).
What makes this place wonderful besides the Piadinas is the atmosphere. You enter this bar and you’re transported into a different world, a peaceful world. You start to relax, you start to forget your day, your thoughts, your to-do-list, your pain. You’re simply there, in this bar, physically and mentally. And you start to listen to the music. Tonight, they played the song “Non, je ne regrette rien” from the French singer Edith Piaf. The Piadina couldn’t have been better.