I have spent many a Sunday at Chez Quartier. Reading the newspaper, people watching, drinking coffee, orange juice or some fancy tea, talking to staff, staring at the decorations on the wall, the pretty chocolate/caramel/cookie boxes, the gnome in the store window, drooling over the delicious sandwiches, pizzas, scones, tarts, pies, cakes, cookies and quiches I cannot eat (lactose intolerant, you see), deciding they are worth the pain and suffering (they really are), moving from the big table at the center of the tea-room to a smaller one when a large group arrives for brunch (they always do), regretting my decision to eat whatever had caught my fancy earlier, meeting people I knew in a past life, meeting people I’ve told to meet me there, complimenting mothers on how beautiful their baby is (they really are) and generally not wanting to leave the warm and friendly atmosphere that draws droves of people from all over the canton of Geneva every single Sunday morning. I like it there.
Oh, and it’s also open all week, except for Mondays.