Hello everyone,
At the beginning of September it was time again to head towards Bella Italia. However, on our journey from northern Germany to the Adriatic, shortly before our first stopover, we received news from the engine compartment that we should not continue our journey in the Frenchman who had carried us for the first 600 kilometers. So we ended up in Ingolstadt for a more than involuntary stop. Starved by the exertions of the day and facing an uncertain future, a glimmer of hope in tomato sauce red would soon appear on the horizon. Mario welcomed us with open arms and conjured up the finest pizza and burgers on the table within a few minutes. For my part, I turned to a solid pizza. The Coke from the down-to-earth aluminum can was also impressive. Even though Mario hadn't promised us anything beforehand, his craftsmanship exceeded every expectation and saved the day, at least in culinary terms. thank you Mario, thank you Ingolstadt, thank you Citroen.
See you at the next breakdown
The guy and his colleague, called “the best man” on Luitpoldstrasse, are simply the kings of the city – kebab legends through and through! Anyone who claims otherwise either has no taste or is one of the two “Talahons” who don’t know a word of German and complain pointlessly.
The shawarma? An absolute dream! Everything fresh, perfectly seasoned and prepared with love. And the guy behind the counter? Always in a good mood, friendly like no other – as if he had the energy of a Duracell bunny at speed.
I love this store!