Third table from the left, snow permitting.
Just to the left of Charly's is a restaurant...Pamukkale.
When my bro first moved there some thirty years ago nearly, that was just a small kebab shop. It proved very popular with the locals, but they could never quite pronounce the name properly, calling it 'poomuckle'.
It became a thing with our family whenever we were there, that we should go for a quick poomuckle, meaning a kebab munched with a lager outside Charly's.
Nowadays, a poomuckle means a full restaurant meal (not cheap either).
The area has become very posh over the years. From a simple village full with working dairy farms who used to herd their cows, complete with big bells, up the High Street, to a bustling silicon valley type place, with the wealthy from Geneva moving just a mile over the border into St Genis (France) and snaffling up all the old character properties.
Lovely area though.