Trollischenke in Pirna

Beer doesn't taste good there. The people there are unfriendly.

Review for "Troll's Inn" – a magical place of a very special kind If you're in the mood for a unique experience, then head to the Troll's Inn! As soon as you enter, you're hit by the pungent scent of cold smoke, warm beer, and a deep-seated contempt for life – wonderfully authentic! The staff? Consistently unfriendly, but in such a consistent way that it almost passes for conceptual art. After a few half-baked sips of my lukewarm hop tea (supposedly beer), I ended up in Diagon Alley via the backyard – thanks to a tip from a previous review. A totally inconspicuous passageway, right between the rickety toilet window and the trash can with the three cats on it. There, I had the shopping trip of a lifetime! I am now the proud owner of a real magic broom (model: "Flying Carrot 2000") and an owl that constantly looks at me askance, as if it had analyzed my drinking habits. My bag of sickles and galleons is now empty – but hey, style has its price. I even treated myself to a decent butterbeer there to forget the stale hop tea. A huge thank you for the tip about Diagon Alley! Finally, I don't have to trudge to London's Leaky Cauldron every time. I hate Floo Powder, and Disapparating makes me feel as sick as after three mugs of Trolli Beer. Conclusion: For magical encounters, questionable drinks, and a pub atmosphere that would make even a Dementor say, "No, this place is too negative for me" – absolutely recommended! I'd gladly go again.

Ah, the good old corner pub. No overpriced craft beer, no oat milk latte, and no vegan bowl in sight—just warm bottled beer, a temperamental slot machine, and the lingering smell of stale history and cold cigarette smoke stubbornly refusing to leave 1997. The decor? A time capsule from the era of "rustic oak meets yellowed football posters." The music is courtesy of the landlady, who has decided that Böhse Onkelz and Andrea Berg are a perfect match—and anyone who disagrees drinks outside. The slot machine reliably devours change like a hungry midnight snack, but at least it gives you the feeling that with each spin you're getting closer to total bankruptcy or a free drink. The regulars are practically part of the furniture—you get the feeling they're bolted to the stools. New faces are eyed skeptically, but after the third beer, they're on friendly terms and included in discussions about "how everything was better back in the day." In short: If you're looking for atmosphere, you won't find a trace of it here, but you will find a pub with character – in the best and worst sense. Cult, edgy, and endearingly comatose. The best part: The owners themselves still don't seem to know whether they're a "Schänke" (tavern) with historical pretensions or just a "Schenke" (tavern) with spelling inconsistencies. Sometimes it says one above the door, sometimes another on the wall – consistently inconsistent, just like the opening hours or their understanding of "fresh" or "contemporary." And hey, warm beer has its advantages: You drink slower, think longer, and realize more quickly that you should rethink your life when you stop by.

The Pirna pub Trollischenke is no ordinary pub, but a secret gateway between the Muggle world and the world of witches and wizards. On one side of the pub is the busy main street, where the inconspicuous pub, invisible to Muggles, is completely hidden between a large bridge and a public restroom. On the other side of the Trollischenke is its backyard, and from there, a magical portal opens to a shopping street for witches and wizards, Diagon Alley. This entrance was once created by the generous and open-hearted landlady Ronny Müller. The Trollischenke doesn't feel like a well-known and important place, but rather dark and dingy. Today, the small, dingy-looking pub is run by an elderly landlady.

Only drunk and warm sterni is served at the counter 2 days of diarrhea because of the food

"The little pub on our street" fits perfectly!!! Beer prices compared to other places in the area are unbeatable!!!

Everything was great, simply wonderful. Of course, that's except for the fact that they serve warm bottled beer. The star is because they serve bottled beer. The place looks so dirty that a draft beer isn't an option. On the plus side, all the "No Smoking" signs are a plus. On the down side, customers are allowed to smoke right at the bar. One thing's for sure: we won't be back!

Anyone with a taste for the absurd should stop by here. You'll be greeted, or rather not greeted, by a lady with the stature and disposition of an East German ice skating coach. The greeting "Guten Abend" seems to be unknown here. Beer is only served in bottles, which are slammed grudgingly onto the counter (even after a generous tip). When I took out my e-book, the lady finally got active, approached me, and said: "I don't want this." "You're not allowed to read here?" "I don't want this. You can drink beer and sit here, but I don't want this." Truly a surreal experience. Gastronomy like in the GDR – fitting for the local GDR museum. Truly something for nostalgics.

As a child I went there for ice cream with my parents, back in the 80's. Today you mainly get beer by the bottle or, if the waitress is having a good day, maybe in a half-day glass. So I would rather keep my childhood memories than the way it is there today. Yes, despite wanting to go there these days, the beer is cheap...😕

Ist mehr eine Absteige für Wanderer und Radfahrer. Hier gibt es nur einen kleinen Imbiss.

Nur Flasche und ist ziemlich heruntergekommen

dreckige ddr kneipe at its best

ddr Flair pur,die Ausstattung ist alles noch wie zu ddr zeiten. Zu empfehlen für Fahrradfahrer,Ausflügler und andere zwischenstops.