Chateau Chillon in Montreux, immortalized by Lord Byron, sits in the shadow of Restaurant du Montagnard (wikipedia) |
His name was Hans Odermatt, and he was one of those people
you never forget.
Lord Byron would have enjoyed knowing Hans Odermatt (wikipedia) |
It wasn’t so much his hand-knitted woolen socks that made him distinctive. Nor was it his home-made wooden sandals with broad leather straps. It wasn’t even his Santa Claus beard that grew down to his chest. Rather it was his indefinable and intangible spirit; an aura that touched nearly everyone who walked into his little restaurant in Vallon de Villard (Villard Valley ), the mountains that overlook
Later, when the war was over, he returned to Zurich where he enrolled in a culinary school before
moving back to the hills that rise above Lake Geneva .
Golden Pass train glides past vineyards above Lake Geneva (wikipedia |
The restaurant was rustically appointed with wall
paintings by Alexandre Guhl and decorated throughout with a large collection of
old farm implements. Even today, visitors are captivated by the depictions of
traditional Swiss country life that permeate the restaurant.
When his restaurant was completed, Hans Odermatt
continued refining his culinary techniques by expanding his menu and perfecting
his craft. Soon, Restaurant du Montagnard became well-known throughout the region.
So popular did his establishment become that the rich and famous quickly
discovered Odermatt’s kitchen. William
Holden. Richard Nixon. Richard Burton. David Niven.
Even Charlie Chaplin and Charles Lindbergh dined there.
For many, the thought of personally preparing meals for some of the most celebrated people in the world might have been a powerful aphrodisiac for their ego, but not for Hans Odermatt. When asked about his famous clientele, Odermatt answered humbly, “It’s the villagers who are most important to me. They come every night, and the rich and famous don’t spend any more than the peasants do.”
Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein while staying in Geneva (wikipedia) |
Indeed, Hans Odermatt was a simple man, for he understood
the blessings of life. He had a sixth
sense about what made life worth living; what true quality of life was all
about and a love of the natural order of things he saw daily in his beloved
hills of Switzerland .
As Hans would express to others, he had no need of a
calendar because he could tell what day it was in the spring by where the
flowers bloomed on the hillside outside his window.
(*Author's note: Pictures of Hans Odermatt are rare and difficult to find. I possess one transparency that was taken in his corner seat at Restaurant du Montagnard. When I am able to get it digitized, I will add it to the article.)
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