I never got the rosti at Marche. I never got why people waste stomach space for ridiculous amounts of grated potatoes, washed down with an insipid dollop of sour cream.
Well, at least this eased the queues at other food stations.
This savoury crepe stuffed with smoked salmon, red cabbage and mushrooms (a top-up) was a unctuous mashup of flavours and textures. Love love love the heady savouriness that seemed hellbent on sending you back to bed after you ingest all of it.
Craving for meat, I walked right up to the rotisserie and was absolutely delighted to see them offer half a pork knuckle. It was a good mix of crackling skin, pork and lean meat, given the amount of meat the both of us had to shoulder.