How would you interpret the last sentence? Artie proposed breakfast at the Swiss Kitchen, one of his haunts. It seemed to be a tourist place, they had a giant sign out front with a boy in lederhosen (Food Worth Yodeling About!) and waitresses dressed as milkmaids. Artie, in his ancient cuffed trousers and faint old-man smell, was unembarrassed by any of it. “What makes it Swiss food?” I asked, studying the menu. “A lot of grease. Bratwurst, only here they are going to call it sausage. German food with a strict doctrine of neutrality.” How would you interpret the last sentence: German food with a strict doctrine of neutrality? Thanks! And this excerpt is taken from The Lacuna by Kingsolver.