We were recently in Rathenow. The food was top-notch, as always, but... the toilets were inadequate! You always think: if the toilets are bad, maybe the kitchen is too? What a shame.
Wunderbares Essen an einem rundum abwechslungsreichen und lehrreichen Abend, mit viel Witz und Wissenswertem rund um das Thema Blindheit und Behinderung allgemein. Vielen Dank an das ganze wundervolle Team!
Great restaurant, perfect ambience, whether with friends, family or with wife, girlfriend, the food is simply delicious and fabulous, once there, always there, service everything is perfect
I really love eating there. The food is always delicious, and the service is really excellent 👍👍👍 Unfortunately, it happened to us several times that we made a reservation and found the door locked. Surely they should know when the restaurant is closed for vacation 😱😱😱 So why are reservations accepted during this time?
Pretty cool location, unfortunately very loud music that won't be turned down even when asked. Very authentic food, Mexican beers, at 4.90 euros for 0.37 liters is also the pain threshold.
The Holy Kebab Man and the Mystery of the Invisible Böregi
Once upon a time, there was a kebab shop where everything was good. The portions were large, the kebab was delicious, and the world was in order. But then... then change came. Maybe it was the full moon. Maybe a particularly bad head of lettuce. Or simply the moment a food vendor decided to assume divine infallibility.
The order arrived – half-baked. The salad and sauce were there, but the Sigara Böregi... well, okay. Maybe they were too small. Maybe they were kidnapped by elves. Maybe the holy kebab man simply loaded them directly into the Lamborghini. Whatever it was: they weren't with me.
Contact? Tough as weekend sucuk. Only on the third attempt did I get a sign of life. And that was something like: "Sorry, next time." Oh, how nice. So: Spend more money to get what I'd already paid for. Brilliant plan, almost a subscription model.
But it gets better: When I politely point out that something was missing, I'm accused of lying – in a voice message whose tone and content lie somewhere between reality TV and a very bad job interview for an anti-service award. Including a small logical error: First, the speaker claims he wasn't even there that day – and then he suddenly knows exactly what I ordered. So if that's not supernatural powers, then I don't know what is.
So, according to the holy doner man, the böregi were there – only I was too blind to see them. They're probably just spiritual side dishes. Or were eaten by angels. In any case: Mistakes? They're not made here. Never. Because the doner is good, the boss is infallible, and the customer? They can console themselves with sauce.
There used to be five stars here. Then three. And now? One remains. Perhaps as a sign of the divine return. Perhaps as a memorial. Perhaps because zero stars are unfortunately not possible.
If you're really hungry, in the mood for friendliness and a bit of a sense of reality, I recommend Dogan in Nußloch. There are generous portions, genuine people, and no divine conceit.
Conclusion: If you're looking for fun, you'd better go to the cabaret. If you're looking for a kebab, you should move on. Because there's a lot of hot air here – but unfortunately, very little böregi.