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| - I think this review can stand in as representing the breadth of my Swiss Chalet experiences. As the saying goes, if you've seen one you've seen 'em all, and few restaurants deliver as high a level of impregnable homogeneity as Chalet Suisse. In fact, that's part of its appeal.
Swiss Chalet came into this world roughly the same time my father did. Like my father, it's a mainstay of suburban life and a lousy inclusion on a first date. Unlike my dad, they produce millions of gallons of delicious savoury sauce per year, and are owned by Cara foods. Swiss Chalet also lacks my dad's trademark moustache and cynicism.
At Swiss Chalet one orders the quarter-chicken dinner with dark meat a multigrain rolle and one side. I personally think it's foolish to get anything but a baked potato, but the choice is yours to make. I have wrecklessly experimented with other options on the menu, with varying degrees of success. Chicken pot pie, bad. Ribs, OK. Pierogies, decent.
Anyway, stick with the chicken. This is a solid kid-friendly place on King street west. It's usually packed with octogenarians around 5pm, if you're into that kind of thing.
Obligatory Title Pun: SWISS: two points.
Menu Readability: Prices ending in 99. Need I say more?
Need to mention: You can buy Chalet sauce if you are so inclined.
What this place teaches me about myself: I must admit, I'm a sucker for the Festive Special.
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