Pideria Waltrop in Waltrop

Well...they're slowly getting up to speed...it used to be nice, but now...well, you're no longer served in a friendly manner, all the service staff are just annoyed...if you've reserved a table, you're almost thrown out in an unfriendly manner after 2 hours. ..I'm done with it... but you can see what happens when it comes to the money! And when you see how they leave the park behind when the wooden hut is built back and forth again and again. And the food is also totally overpriced..It tastes 10 times better in the Frittenranch...I don't know if I'll survive this outlandish Alm for long...there are other things in Waltrop...I can leave it...It's hospitable something else...but the main thing is that the cash register rings!👿

The occasion was a funeral. The otherwise obligatory sandwiches were simply delicious and fresh here. The young team also provided great service. So praise and recommended ♡

Very accommodating and cozy... Food was very tasty

We ate there as part of the menu carousel… 4 course menu… as far as taste etc. goes: super delicious! I didn't miss anything. The only problem: the portions are far too large for a menu. The portions seemed like a la carte sizes. So if you put a little less on your plate, it will taste even better!

We have only been living in a shared apartment in Waltrop for a short time and have already been confronted with the local “culture” several times in this short time. After we were able to “enjoy” an incomparably (bad) meal in a Waltrop pizzeria, this time we chose Sinbad, hoping that it was impossible to make a bad kebab. But here too we were surprised again. One of us even had the daring idea of ​​having a burger there. At first we tried to order by phone because our order was canceled via Lieferando - apparently a nod to the entire garden fence. After initial communication difficulties, the friendly gentleman on the phone explained to us that there was no driver available. So we decided to do Marcel Davis credit and show up ourselves to marvel at the “holy halls of Erebor” with our own eyes. But the sight of the dilapidated gazebo was more reminiscent of Isengard after Saruman decided to witness Uru'kai there. When we entered, we immediately noticed that the two employees were working without gloves or other hygiene products - definitely brave. With two other customers already falling victim to Sinbad's brilliant marketing strategy, we had to wait several minutes. "Where was Gondor when we decided to enter this shop?" Our order had already been placed when we were horrified to discover that the burger patty had first been brought to “core temperature” in the microwave and then sent to the deep fryer for a rest. The rolls were placed on the grill for a whopping 20 seconds, which was just enough time for the grill to even start. The chef devoted himself with meditative devotion to distributing the cocktail sauce, which immediately soaked into the soggy roll. Shortly before completion, the work of art was “garnished” with ready-made salad to at least give the appearance of nutrients. However, in terms of price and taste, Sinbad couldn't even keep up with Lidl's frozen burger. After opening the aluminum foil, my roommate's face contorted noticeably. It was clear to him: This burger sees the trash can faster than his mouth. But we persuaded him to take a juicy, crispy bite. When the burger was lifted, the entire structure fell apart, only the patty miraculously stuck to the bun and the cocktail sauce. The saying probably applies here: “One bite to enslave them all...” The first positive impression was the impressive size of the flatbread — almost as big as the Black Gate of Mordor. But as my friend likes to say: “Size isn’t everything.” Since we had to repeat our order for the third time, I was reminded of my internship at the hospital, where I looked after pensioners with dementia. Visually, however, there was little to criticize the kebab ingredients for. On the way home we noticed that the yogurt sauce (hopefully it was yogurt sauce) had bravely fought its way through the 0.1 mm thick plastic bag and landed on the passenger's pants. When we got home and faced with our colleague's disintegrated burger, our hope faded faster than Gandalf smoked his second pipe. The first bite of the kebab hit our already half-dead taste buds with the icy cold of Pandora and an overstimulation of sauerkraut that finally killed them. The conclusion: We got worse than Sinbad on the high seas. Our appeal: You need to know!