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We just make it a few steps into the foyer of Zurich’s Kronenhalle restaurant, before a young man in a white dinner jacket and black bow tie welcomes us. From now on we are in the best possible hands, as always. He leads us through the dark corridor towards the dining rooms. The clinking of crockery and the murmur of dinner conversation makes for a fitting soundscape, just as it always has in this Zurich institution – for almost a century.
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