By American standards, it is extremely bitter. I like it, though.
'Sounds like fun.
Speaking of having fun, the night I arrived in Lausanne, Switzerland, at around midnight (I was a student there for a year), I expected, from all I'd heard, that the town would be quiet and basically closed down.
Instead, there were hundreds of half-drunk people snake-dancing in the streets, music was blaring, and the stores were open. It turns out I arrived on the night of the annual Chebrix wine festival, one of the few nights the Swiss really cut loose.
I though I was in for some wild parties, but that was the last one.