'ginell !!
When are Swiss landlords and their personnel going to remember the fact, that they earn their living by being hospitable?
I live in the middle of nowhere, my next neighbour is 100 yards away and the next but one house just happens to be a restaurant.
This is very practical, because I can go there in an evening, drink a beer or a glass of wine and catch up on the local gossip.
The proprietor - a woman - is a gossip, which is a great help in that situation.
The restaurant is closed on Thursdays. It just so happens, that it is convenient for me to visit the place on a Wednesday.

On Wednesday I sat down, ordered a beer and asked what was on today's menu. A perfectly normal question in a restaurant?
Don't you believe it!
I was presented with a torrent of unfriendly sounds.
It slowly dawned on me, that I was being asked, why I had the audacity to order something to eat, when I know very well, that the place is closed on Thursdays and there is obviously (why hadn't I considered it myself!) nothing edible in the kitchen! Mumble, mumble, mumble!

I replied, that I had considered the fact, which was exactly why I had asked what was on today's menu and had not asked for the menu.
The answer was, that I could mumble, mumble, have Rösti (plate-sized hash browns made with julienned potatoes) and Bratwurst (fried sausage).
As I really enjoy rösti, I asked if I could have a plate full with baked cheese, instead of the sausage and the proprietor went mumbling off into the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later a plate was un-gently placed in front of me, accompanied by the comment 'You only come in here when the other pubs are closed anyway!'
I resisted the urge to get up and leave immediately - the rösti looked so good. I ate, drank another beer (I'd come for the news) and pretended nothing had happened.
The Appenzeller can be a little strange, but that kind of unfriendliness is taking things too far. It will be some time, before I go there again.