Fondue fit for king.

We returned to Gstaad in hopes of doing some more top shelf snow skiing at one of our favorite ski resorts. Unfortunately, global warming had something else in mind for us. Waiting in line at a T-Bar as a small crew shoveled snow on the path so that we could get up the hill. The day was beautiful. The skiing was not. In fact it just plain sucked.

However, all was not lost on this trip. Based on a recommendation of one of Kathleen's co-workers, Phillipe, we made reservation at the über glitzy Gstaad Palace for dinner. The Palace is perched over the town as if straight out of a fairy tale. The price of a drink in it's lobby was perched high above us as well. But the people watching was well worth the price of admission. It bordered on surreal. And so was the recommended fondue we ate. Amazing. It was a champagne and truffle fondue. If you wanted to kill yourself by eating cheese, this would be a most pleasant way to go. In fact it's the only cheese fondue we would recommend eating in Switzerland.