I've been a regular at Swiss Chalet since my kids were little. Reliable, predictable, never great but always good, you knew what you were getting when you made a date at Swiss Chalet.
Almost as good as Red Lobster.
So we didn't have any reservations about taking Bubby to Swiss Chalet for Thanksgiving dinner. They've even got a "Thanksgiving Special!"
Little did we realize that Swiss Chalet has had a makeover. There's a big-screen TV in every corner, just like every sports bar in town.
The new booths have way too much distance between the bum level and the chin level. The ever-shrinking 89 year old Bubbinator found that the top of her water glass was actually over her head. She had to reach up for her water.
My 89 year old mother-in-law suggested to the staff they needed to provide booster seats for the elderly.
And what's up with the canned music? Is the management team trying to capture a new demographic? When we were having Thanksgiving dinner and the after-church crowd was just streaming in, the sound system was pumping out Run DMC and Aerosmith's Walk This Way.
Really?
In Owen Sound for Thanksgiving dinner?
They've also tampered with the menu items. One of the fixtures of a Swiss Chalet dining experience, at least for the forty years I've been a customer, is you get a decent Cesar at a decent price.
The Cesar is still a decent price, but the glass is thinner and taller, and get this; instead of getting a celery stalk in your drink, you get a pickle instead.
What the fuck is that about?
I want a piece of celery in my Cesar, not a pickle spear lying on top of it!
But that's progress, I guess.
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