After a sensational day of skiing on Saturday, we hiked up the mountain to a cozy Swiss German restaurant complete with old wooden skis and boots and other alpine paraphernalia littering the walls. After our main courses, my good friend ordered a couple of bottles of Kirsch Schnapps, a potent cherry liquor meant to warm you up on cold days in the mountains. The way we warmed up was by singing a little song that my friend knew from childhood and re-appropriated for this evening’s festivities. Before every shot we would all sing,
“Schneee Schnaaa Schnaaaappy, das kleine Krokdil”
Needless to say, I have a hard time remembering the exact taste of the digestivo in question, except that it reminded me a grappa that was distilled from cherries, which is essentially what this is. Other than that, I can’t be of much help until I return to Klosters for more Schnappi. What a weekend.
Il Digestivo 