This is probably a different review but hopefully an inspiring one to the unknown man in Za Zaa. Last Monday I flew from Melbourne into Basel to spend 30 hours with my beloved mother who, just days earlier, been admitted to the UNI Spital Basel. Her results where heartbreaking to say at least. On Tuesday I joined her for a small break outside the hospital to enjoy some fresh air and privacy. Having difficulties drinking, she mentioned the desire to taste some sips of Aperol Spritz, to enjoy the unique taste for probably the very last time. So off I went, down the stairs where I noticed this place opposite with all the spirit bottles in the back of the bar. Za Zaa, The poor girl was probably confused when I asked to buy a drink and the glass. Two men joined and soon an Aperol Spritz in a paper cup was in my shacking hand. When handing over the money, the gentleman refused to take it. Asking a second time he pointed towards the hospital and said that he had a good idea where this drink would go and hence he was happy to use a papercup, probably bending the rules a bit. I shook his hand and thanked him…… before running back and seeing my mum enjoying sips which gave me an enormous amount of comfort. All I can say is, you with your lovely gesture, you provided a small miracle when most needed, brighten up a very dark day. An absolute legend. I will never be able to thank you enough and you restored my faith in humanity on that day. I hope you don’t mind I made a donation to a cancer organisation on your behalf. I wish you, your family and friends all the very best from the bottom of my heart.

Marc S Melbourne