Watching Chopped (S18E9), and the competition theme is, chocolate in every basket.  And whaddaya know, one of the competing chefs is Swiss.  He runs a business called “Sex on the Table” in which he teaches the aphrodisiac properties of different kinds of food.  (Aphrodisiacs, of course, work on anyone who wants them to.)

He made a reference to the trope that everyone knows, of course, that the best lovers and cooks are all Swiss.  Excuse me?  I must have missed that day in National Stereotypes class.

And now that I think about it, I remember a humorous-intent poster I saw in an office in Basel:

  • Hell is where:
    • The chefs are English
    • The police are German
    • The lovers are Swiss
    • The mechanics are French
    • And it’s all organized by the Italians
  • Heaven is where:
    • The chefs are French
    • The police are English
    • The lovers are Italian
    • The mechanics are German
    • And it’s all organized by the Swiss

 

and the nationality-stereotyping kvetches begin in… 3… 2… 1…