Michael, from London, is a man who loves women. He had come for dinner on his own, because he is not a good cook. His wife was away for a few days. But he said, she is not cooking so much because of the bloody computer. (Pardon, my French) He had a tuna sandwich, some eggs, water and a beer.
He spoke about how he talked with Yves Saint Laurent and his partner Pierre Bergé, who used to come here twice a year. Who remembers from his trip to Toronto the squirrels and the Four Seasons. Who thinks that guys these days suck at keeping their beards well groomed. Who showed us a photo of him in his late 30s, with brown hair. Who says there is no such thing as black hair, because when you look under a microscope it is always dark brown, not black. He told us he would summarize his life story in 5 minutes.
He spoke about how the owner of the restaurant had passed away, but the people who work there are so lovely. He has been coming here for years. He has lived in Zurich for over 30, maybe 40 years. He was married before but his wife ended up being with a man 25 years older. He died, then she died. He also remarried. He has traveled a lot. He also lived through the miniskirt decade. I think he liked that decade.
I ended up with shaky hands and needing something to eat. I had the greasiest pizza and ended up feeling sick and walking halfway home. The End.
