I've spent the last few weeks in Zug, Switzerland, the low tax canton with 11% income tax. The restaurant prices however make up for it, along with the prices for a razor and shaving foam.
First off is the Hafen Restaurant, next to the Yacht Club, with an extensive fish menu and situated right on the Zugersee. You pay for the view. A good chunk of tuna with wasibi mayonnaise, or the local perch meuniere with green and white asparagus and boiled potatoes. Comes with the Fox recommendation. http://www.hafenrestaurant.ch/
Then the Zug Casino, a concert hall and restaurant, despite the name, again overlooking the lake with a dining terrace. Another perch meuniere ( I like it ) with roast potatoes and assorted vegetables. This place is closing in June for 6 months for renovation. Has my approval. http://www.casino-zug.ch/de/seerestaura ... onomie.php
Ochsen Hotel in Zug old town. Shame the portions in the restaurant and in the bar are on the small side relative to the prices they charge. The restaurant however is wood-panelled and has a nice ambience. The manager Matthias Hegglin personally introduced himself to me at my table, a dead ringer for Matt Lucas, the English comedian. Pity about the portion size though. Would not recommend. http://www.ochsen-zug.ch/restaurant.php
A small chain of Italian trattorie in the town, La Taverna, Giardino and Am Fischmart, all under the same ownership. Great pizzas and pasta at sane prices. Highly recommended . http://www.taverna-zug.ch/
On Thursday morning I got wind of this volcanic ash cloud spreading southwards. Like something out of a movie. I suspected that my return flight to London would be cancelled in the evening so with a deft bit of online booking I booked a train reservation from Zurich to Paris for the same afternoon, a Eurostar reservation on the 06.45 from Paris to London on Friday morning and an overnight hotel in Paris, all within the space of 15 minutes. Others who left it too late weren't so lucky.
It was like being a student again. The train went through Basel, along the Rhine valley to Strasbourg and then across to Paris. I was in the company of EasyJet maintenance engineers who couldn't fly back either. Dinner in Paris was at Chez Vincent in Rue St Georges, down the hill from Pigalle. There was a vague smell of damp as I entered the restaurant and the food was not brilliant. An Italian trattoria that produced an oily dos de saumon a la mantuccia ( with mint ) and one of the worst crume brulee that I have eaten. It had started to rain and it looked like the first decent restaurant. Disappointed.
I had a ticket for the first Eurostar to London yesterday morning. Others couldn't get a ticket for 3 days. We got to London in 2 hours 15 minutes in Leisure Select with breakfast served, croissant and rolls with Tiptree marmalade and an omelette aux fines herbes. I was home by 9am UK time. The Great Escape.