Giger Bar


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Across the path from the HR Giger Museum is the Giger Museum Bar. The interior is stunningly modeled in Giger’s distinctive biomechanical style right down to the chairs and table. There’s a wall covered in grimacing babies’ faces and even the floor is custom designed with alien hieroglyphics.

The drinks are pretty good too.

Unlike the Museum, you can take as many photos as you like in the Bar. The people doing this perhaps obviously tend to be the tourists, though interestingly the bar also seems to be a bit of a local watering hole. One of the alien thrones near the bar was left empty for ages creating an incredibly tempting opportunity to sit down and pose for a photo, however on the bar in front of the throne was a very full tall beer, a silent but clear sign that the throne was taken and someone would be returning eventually for their afternoon beer. When that someone did return a good while later it turned out to be a late middle-aged man dressed as if he was going down the road rather than like all the tourists who had flocked to Gruyeres that fine end-of-winter afternoon, and who sat down in the alien throne as if he belonged there. He probably did.