My favorite snack bar with good food and friendly staff. It's worth taking a look at the weekly menu, which often includes hearty and interesting dishes.
We discovered this club restaurant, located in the middle of an allotment garden colony, by chance and have been big fans since minute one. The ambience doesn't really differ from other clubhouses, but what comes from the kitchen to the table is even more so! Someone at the stove knows what they are doing and what they can do, everything is homemade.
The map is quite small. But fine (East) German dishes, spiced meat, schnitzel and Eastern European specialties such as pierogies, bigosch, solyanka and chlodnik - the latter is an absolute recommendation to try - are served over the counter upon request. Everything is well portioned, attractively presented and well-rounded. Our absolute highlight and insider tip: the farmer's breakfast - never eaten so well anywhere before!
The prices are fair. The audience across all age groups is casual and relaxed and is largely made up of the resident bower pipits. You know and greet each other and after your second beer at the latest you are chatting to the next table in the linden-covered beer garden.
Compliments go out to the two operators - always friendly, nice and open and obviously putting their heart and mind into the matter.
A high feel-good factor and welcome feeling guaranteed with every visit. Thanks
If you suffer from diarrhea for 2 days and want to use it as a diet, you should definitely visit this restaurant. I saw the people working in the kitchen and then I understood what they were about. They'll never be chefs. More like everything was frozen and thawed and not processed properly (hence half food poisoning) or grubby (there were brown spots on the apron). The service was nice, but didn't speak any real German. Didn't even ask why none of us ate more than half of it. Never again!
PS: My visit is from September! Every now and then I get requests from Google whether I would like to rate the place I visited ;) If a restaurant is good, I rate it accordingly. If you're already renovating, renovate your staff too!
Highly recommended. Beautiful, spacious apartments. Dogs are also welcome. Friendly, attentive staff. Great breakfast. We've been there several times and will be back.
The Tragedy of Sommerfeld - A fairy tale from the world of the culinary apocalypse
Once upon a time there was a hungry soul who set out on a long journey in the hope of filling his empty stomach with delicious food. Word of a legendary place called Sommerfeld had spread across the country, a restaurant that was supposed to be blessed by the gods of star cuisine. So I set off with an empty stomach and full of expectations - and was bitterly disappointed.
Arrival at the Temple of Sterility
As soon as I entered this culinary mausoleum, I felt a strange feeling. The interior was reminiscent of a mix between an art gallery and an operating room. Cool colors, minimalist furniture and a silence so oppressive that even a whispered sentence was considered inappropriate. You hardly dared to breathe, let alone speak. A solemn atmosphere, as if you were in the holy hall of the priests of taste - but without holiness, without life, without soul.
The Card - A joke in several acts
With shaking hands, I picked up the menu, hoping for some revelation. Instead, I read cryptic words like fermented pointed cabbage with pickled root and dashi beurre blanc. Sounded like an alchemical formula for a magic potion, but probably tasted more like wet paper with the essence of hubris. The prices – oh, the prices! - were of such a height that it was thought that each plate contained a divine message engraved with gold edges.
The moment of starvation
Then came the food - or rather, what they thought it was. On a huge stoneware bowl, reminiscent of a feeding bowl for noble greyhounds, lay a meager composition of three drops of a reduced essence, an artfully arranged lettuce leaf and a forkful of protein element. I looked at my plate. My plate looked back at me. My stomach twisted in horror.
I ate. And I died.
Not physically – no, worse. I died emotionally, spiritually, culinary. Every bite was a taste of nothing. The taste was so subtle it was practically non-existent. I chewed on the concepts of modern culinary philosophy that promised me an explosion of flavor - instead it was a silent, empty vacuum. A tribute to the absolute insignificance of haute cuisine.
The service – the great silence
The waiters floated across the floor as if they were part of a theater production where emotions were not allowed. I dared to ask for a drinks menu. People looked at me like I asked for fries at the opera. When a glass of water finally landed on my table - quietly and silently - I knew: This was not a place for hungry people, but for those who gnaw at their own elitist self-image.
The end of an odyssey
When the bill came, I was overcome by another sense of dying - this time of a financial nature. For the amount that was asked for here, I could have bought a whole suckling pig and its own grill hut. I paid with tears in my eyes. Not out of emotion, but out of pure regret.
And so I left the summer field—hungry, broke, and enriched by an experience I wouldn't wish on an enemy. Maybe, I thought, the real secret to Michelin-starred cuisine is not the taste, but the ability to get people to pay for nothing. I'll never know.
Because I'm never coming back here.
One star – for the unintentional comedy.
Food was very tasty, service was also very friendly and helpful - very good food recommendations, had a pork steak with rosemary potatoes and knuckle with Polish dumplings. We'd love to come back!!
Simply a gracious pub with ridiculously good food.
So I have to give my prescriber a hard time about what he has written.
No offense intended, but the chef can still delight here.
We are always looking for a place that makes our culinary hearts beat faster and we discovered this small inn that looks inconspicuous from the outside and with a perfectly full stomach we have to say that the Bavarian inn culture is lived here. Cooked so well and freshly with a lot of love is a real treat for the palate.
Because of the ready-made products here, we also cook the potatoes themselves and put them in the pan so that we had great fried potatoes. We have also made a reservation for Friday next week. We look forward to next week. The friendly service must also be emphasized here, because despite the store being full, they still have a smile on their face and even a minute to chat.
Greetings from Munich (the town of finished products)