"Every weekend the South Germans have a restaurant critique called local appointment, and sometimes one actually has the luck that it is about a local from the region. For example, when the Alpirsbacher Zwick Kaps was just too euphorically praised. [here link] The brewhouse had not been taken over long before by new tenants, Michael Pokolm and Silvia Schumacher, a.k.a. Mi Si, of Traube Tonbach fame, and had quickly developed into a pilgrimage site for carnivores. And so we made two carnivores on the one-hour journey through the moderately snowy North Black Forest. The house is very majestic and could go through well at first glance as a town hall (also as a corporation house when you look at the two windows at the top in the middle). In the interior, the new guards probably had to leave everything as they found, probably not to scare the local guests. It wasn't like a genus stamp there. However, some of the new opening is collapsed under the burden of the previous rebuilds a little later; This has been avoided. And if what Bacchus may prevent, the new concept would ever prove to be incapable, it would be possible to relocate it to the alther brought without any circumstances. The reception by the boss was so warm that we also felt new guests at home. Already during the study of the map, we looked at the finest meat, mainly from cattle from Nebraska, but also, and then we could not resist Australian Kobe cattle. Although the Roastbeef was on the map, there was Entrecôte, which we accepted without contradiction. The advice was characterized by great expertise, enthusiasm and perceptible pride on what you do here. The meat was very well ripened, that betrayed the scent that rose into our nose during serving and which can be called a little need for reconciliation. Ask my wife whose nose is as pretty as sensitive. But so the steak was also wonderfully aromatic and delicate of foods that give the palate more joy than the nose, is anyway legion. A compromise between what said sensitive wife sees in blood, and what you can expect to be such a delicate steak on the grill, has also been found on the whole. A small part ended up on my plate, which was quite right to me. Unfortunately, the photo only makes it clear. To the legitimate question whether Kobe Rind is actually as much better as it would be appropriate for the price, I would just like to point out that we will stick to the next visit to the Nebraska cattle, from which the SZ article was so weakened. You keep trying. The supplements were, by the way, a dream, both the sweet potato puree and the unmistaky sweet potatoes, especially since we had added four great dips, so to speak as a greeting from the kitchen. I even spooned out the guacamole at the end. Beer didn't give it to us. My wife doesn't drink, and I still had to drive. But that was too bad when this brewhouse was only worth the long journey because of the food, and secondly various of its beer creations are represented in the local basement anyway. The convent material, for example (the one in the temple bottle) has developed into a daily routine."
