Entering the village of Grono.
On our way home from Switzerland we came over the Alps and ended up in Grono at lunchtime. The first restaurant we encountered looked like our style so we stopped. The menu of the day was veal chops, which we were happy to eat, followed by icecream. Grono is in the Italian speaking area of Switzerland, but what I didn't expect was that our charming young waitress only spoke Italian -- no English, no French, no German. My Italian is extremely rudimentary, but we got on OK and had a good cheap lunch. It further turned out that there was a much smarter restaurant with a vine covered terrace out the front further along in the village, but we were happy with our choice and undoubtedly got away with a much cheaper lunch than the other restaurant offered.
Restaurant decor, including Alpine Ibex hunting trophy (not antique, but from 1977!).
For another interior view, see Simon's post about the cagnomatic.
The Hotel Restaurant Calancasca, with our lovely waitress in black (standing, centre).
The terrace out the back of the hotel.