There's a local chain of restaurants that I am convinced you have to be born in St. Louis to like. (I was not, for the record) It's called Imo's and they claim what they serve is called pizza, but it's really crackers with admittedly-delicious pizza sauce and provel cheese on it. I take my relatives there when they visit, but otherwise I avoid that place like the plague.

Oh, man, Switzerland. Toooootally on the list of places I want to visit SO BAD. I am jealous of your bread and cheese dinners, my friend.