Bistro Ecke in Wiesbaden

You'd have to be desperate to stop here. It feels more like an extended family's living room. Small children run around until after midnight, and at regular intervals, a crowd forms outside the door: revving engines, loud, bad music, drunken teenagers acting up. I can't comment on the quality of the food, as I gave up after my beer. I feel sorry for the residents. And the children.