Quaint inn!
Very good food (veal liver), cooked to perfection, delicious gravy, and excellent mashed potatoes.
Prices are quite reasonable for the quality.
I recommend it if you like classic German food.
11€ for the kebab plate, tasteless, meat without any roasted aroma, salad = raw food without dressing, fries with little seasoning, but there is salt on the table, overall this dish is not enjoyable, hardly seasoned, too expensive and by salad I mean something other than raw cabbage and a few pieces of tomato and a few shreds of iceberg lettuce. Cocktail sauce and yogurt sauce poured over the meat didn't make the food any better. The kebab bag wasn't any better, price 6€.
Conclusion: Not again.
Not recommended. Unfriendly and stressful hosts. Burst into the apartment unannounced and wake up the guests with a knock and then opening the bedroom door: “You have to move out today. When do you do that?” Early in the morning (the guest is sleeping) pressure is placed on a move-out, although this has to be done by 12 p.m. In addition, the heating is switched off on the penultimate day. Where are we please?
In addition, the entire hotel is in a shabby condition. Nobody can relax there after a strenuous day at work.
Everything has always been great so far!
But please revise your Lieferando page. Especially with the pizzas! Some of these cannot be ordered at all because baklava has to be selected, but it is not available???
The selection should also be larger.
Eating here was like watching a live culinary crime. Entering this “Italian restaurant” is like taking a low-cost flight to gastronomic hell. The menu looked like it had been translated by Google Translate after a bottle of cheap wine, and the result was up to par: disastrous.
The pizza was a sad cardboard disc with what I assume was cheese on top – or PVA glue, hard to say. The “prosciutto crudo” looked like thinly sliced plastic, and the pasta was so hot I could have smeared it on the wall like plaster.
The staff? They seemed hostile to the mere idea of being there. I asked if the chef was Italian and they said "yes, but he's not here today". Coincidence? I do not believe.
A dispassionate piece of advice: if you love Italy, steer clear. If you hate yourself, then book now.