Eye-catching: Adonis' best piece and Pamela's breasts have one thing in common: Both body parts are eye-catchers. As a result, some ads do not show the "wearer's" face at all.
It's striking: Adonis's best asset and Pamela's breasts have one thing in common—both body parts are real eye-catchers. As a result, some ads completely omit showing the «model's» face. The most recent example comes from Westschw
Adonis' best piece and Pamela's breasts have one thing in common: Both body parts are eye-catchers. As a result, some ads do not show the "wearer's" face at all. The most recent example comes from the French-speaking part of Switzerland and does not advertise spring or Easter egg hunts, but a weekend newspaper. Isn't that confusing? Especially since at Calvin Klein we know what's in our underpants. Whether the dimanche.ch stand does not have a rolled-up Sunday newspaper in the loincloth remains a mystery. We will probably never know the answer to this riddle, not even after reading page 14, and just as little will we know why the headless erection is holding a towel in his hand.
Chandra Kurt [email protected]
Business Lunch Little scramble with a cold lemon tart
The restaurant is ancient and still a guild house. There is talk of the Rôtisserie zum Storchen. And of the hope that the interior will be listed as a historic monument. It's gorgeous: wood paneling, a view of the Limmat, dark upholstery with pear motifs, comfortable chairs with armrests, high windows - Zurich's most discreet gastronomic charm with plenty of space for business talks.
Ladies and gentlemen, sometimes already heavily graying, gather for lunch. They sit at round, lovingly decorated tables (orchids float in a square vase on a banana tree leaf), dine on cream-colored tablecloths with cloth napkins, and enjoy charming service discreetly directed by chef Peer Kublank. And, oh, I forgot to mention: In the rôtisserie there is a small row of benches reserved for single gourmets with a view of the river.
If the three-course meal is too much for you, you can make do with two plates (55 instead of 65 francs). The service staff kindly notes that you would prefer dessert instead of an appetizer. So it's straight to the point: ox cheek with red wine and onion confit, carrots and celery steamed in butter, topped with a crispy coppa slice and decorated with a sprig of rosemary. The ox cheek, cooked to perfection, was fanned out with plenty of sauce, the vegetables just about crisp, and two pear-shaped potato croquettes nicely cited the corporate identity of the upholstery. But this frying stuff - it's not necessary, because it doesn't teach the taste buds anything new. The onion confit is also unnecessary, because the ox cheek does not need any reinforcement.
For dessert the thick surprise. Warm lemon tart with kumquat confit. Would have been perfect, the harmony of the sugary sweet tart with the bitter note of the smallish exotic citrus fruit. But the tart was cold, eh! And the confit stuck to the plate in a sugar-tough way. So a little scuffle developed on the plate. Presumably, in the hurry, it was forgotten to microwave the plate.
Three open red and white wines, good quality. That's enough. You don't hear cell phones ringing here. Parking in the city is - as always - a matter of luck.
Carlo Bernasconi
[email protected]
Rôtisserie zum StorchenAm Weinplatz 2
8001 Zurich
Tel. 01 227 27 27
Fax 01 227 27 00
RatingEssen .......................3
Drinks ..................3
Operation ................4
Business Factor ..........4
5=top, 4=very good, 3=o.k., 2=naja, 1=flop
Column ADSL/ISDN/
Bluetooth
from Mike Müller
Who doesn't appreciate a fast line to the network of networks? The problem, as with all technical innovations, is people. And I now also know where the most problematic of all people are located: at the help desks.
We used to smile quietly at our schoolmates who wanted to become nurses. Yes, the helper syndrome was clear to all of us, and somehow it was okay as long as the health care system worked that way. The quiet smile is lost today, because the helpdesks of our major telephone providers are staffed by people who are as far removed from the helper syndrome as Microsoft is from customer needs. "Actually, this modem should work for you." - "It does, it's just that your Apple support is telling me right now that this modem doesn't work." - "That's not true." - "Then I get to tell your Apple support that now, and they refer me back to you?" - "Uh-huh." If you could fax a letter bomb, I would have. Anyway, the IT people's favorite word is "actually, it should be running." Just like the garage owner says about my stuttering car: "Funny, with me it does
it doesn't." The dentist affirms, "You shouldn't have any more pain now." If this sets a precedent, cabaret artists will soon be saying from the stage, "You could have laughed now."
Unattainable for stage artists, however, are the innocent looks and tones of these helpdesk people. No matter how much shit hits the fan, on the phone, with a full diaper, they make an early childhood conviction resonate in a way that no actor can. But I practice: When reading online supplements, I pretend that I don't give a damn about the stuff. It's just a shame that I can't charge some goofball Fr. 4.23 a minute for my newspaper studies.
[email protected]
Mike Müller is a performer.
Chandra Kurt [email protected]
Business Lunch Little scramble with a cold lemon tart
The restaurant is ancient and still a guild house. There is talk of the Rôtisserie zum Storchen. And of the hope that the interior will be listed as a historic monument. It's gorgeous: wood paneling, a view of the Limmat, dark upholstery with pear motifs, comfortable chairs with armrests, high windows - Zurich's most discreet gastronomic charm with plenty of space for business talks.
Ladies and gentlemen, sometimes already heavily graying, gather for lunch. They sit at round, lovingly decorated tables (orchids float in a square vase on a banana tree leaf), dine on cream-colored tablecloths with cloth napkins, and enjoy charming service discreetly directed by chef Peer Kublank. And, oh, I forgot to mention: In the rôtisserie there is a small row of benches reserved for single gourmets with a view of the river.
If the three-course meal is too much for you, you can make do with two plates (55 instead of 65 francs). The service staff kindly notes that you would prefer dessert instead of an appetizer. So it's straight to the point: ox cheek with red wine and onion confit, carrots and celery steamed in butter, topped with a crispy coppa slice and decorated with a sprig of rosemary. The ox cheek, cooked to perfection, was fanned out with plenty of sauce, the vegetables just about crisp, and two pear-shaped potato croquettes nicely cited the corporate identity of the upholstery. But this frying stuff - it's not necessary, because it doesn't teach the taste buds anything new. The onion confit is also unnecessary, because the ox cheek does not need any reinforcement.
For dessert the thick surprise. Warm lemon tart with kumquat confit. Would have been perfect, the harmony of the sugary sweet tart with the bitter note of the smallish exotic citrus fruit. But the tart was cold, eh! And the confit stuck to the plate in a sugar-tough way. So a little scuffle developed on the plate. Presumably, in the hurry, it was forgotten to microwave the plate.
Three open red and white wines, good quality. That's enough. You don't hear cell phones ringing here. Parking in the city is - as always - a matter of luck.
Carlo Bernasconi
[email protected]
Rôtisserie zum StorchenAm Weinplatz 2
8001 Zurich
Tel. 01 227 27 27
Fax 01 227 27 00
RatingEssen .......................3
Drinks ..................3
Operation ................4
Business Factor ..........4
5=top, 4=very good, 3=o.k., 2=naja, 1=flop
Column ADSL/ISDN/
Bluetooth
from Mike Müller
Who doesn't appreciate a fast line to the network of networks? The problem, as with all technical innovations, is people. And I now also know where the most problematic of all people are located: at the help desks.
We used to smile quietly at our schoolmates who wanted to become nurses. Yes, the helper syndrome was clear to all of us, and somehow it was okay as long as the health care system worked that way. The quiet smile is lost today, because the helpdesks of our major telephone providers are staffed by people who are as far removed from the helper syndrome as Microsoft is from customer needs. "Actually, this modem should work for you." - "It does, it's just that your Apple support is telling me right now that this modem doesn't work." - "That's not true." - "Then I get to tell your Apple support that now, and they refer me back to you?" - "Uh-huh." If you could fax a letter bomb, I would have. Anyway, the IT people's favorite word is "actually, it should be running." Just like the garage owner says about my stuttering car: "Funny, with me it does
it doesn't." The dentist affirms, "You shouldn't have any more pain now." If this sets a precedent, cabaret artists will soon be saying from the stage, "You could have laughed now."
Unattainable for stage artists, however, are the innocent looks and tones of these helpdesk people. No matter how much shit hits the fan, on the phone, with a full diaper, they make an early childhood conviction resonate in a way that no actor can. But I practice: When reading online supplements, I pretend that I don't give a damn about the stuff. It's just a shame that I can't charge some goofball Fr. 4.23 a minute for my newspaper studies.
[email protected]
Mike Müller is a performer.
