Berchtesgaden
Goldener Bär

Goldener Bär

Weihnachtsschützenplatz 4, 83471, Berchtesgaden, Germany

Pizza • German • Bavarian • European


"The first evening of the holiday in Berchtesgaden should of course be spent in a typical restaurant of the Bavarian tradition. After we were able to sort out a little a day and the Sparrow had eaten well three years ago at the Golden Bear Inn, the choice was not difficult. We were looking for a short time to lunch and wanted to book, but it would not be necessary to assure us, come by, there is already a place for two. All right. We spent the day with a bus trip to the Königssee, from there we marched back to the hotel along the Königsseer Ache. A beautiful way. Shortly refreshed and from there. About half six. Many tables occupied, a few reserved and only a few free. What should be enough for us. We have two tables and cards. Behind us was mood. In the middle of the room a large board sat on the 18 people who seemingly do not necessarily travel together. Locals sat in the costume and drank together with tourists and normally dressed locals. It was hit together, drunk, sung. A typical inn. I like that. Likewise, it is not shy to live the dialect. As I hate it, when you try to speak with all violence Hochdeutsch and thus refuse its origin. The menu is as traditional as the charming room. Haxen, peasant, pork roast, schnitzel and various dumplings. The agony of choice. In addition, there is a Dry Ager in the entrance area with stable Rindruck Dry Ager in the entrance area (high-edged) We chose typical Bavarian cuisine for the evening. And this also includes typical Bavarian beer. But the wine card also has a few delicacies. In addition to many Austrian plants, Edles from Italy, Frankeich and Spain. Even an Opus One from Nappa Valley, born in 2009, stands for almost 450€ on the map. Would you like to know who ordered something like this in the deepest Bavaria to the Haxn.... After we had all the time to choose from, the service manager came to pick up the order. A hell for me, a Zwickl cellar beer for the sperling. Drinks also came fast while the Zwickl was served in a real jug. I had to prefer the glass. Both beers but super delicious, as soon as a second round had to come. But first there was an appetizer for me herbal pancake soup pancake soup (high) When I am here, of course I have to eat this soup (Obacht will surely agree to me). And what should I say was wonderful. I ate my last soup of this kind about 30 years ago. In Carinthia. And it wasn't as good as these. The soup was evaporated when she came to the table. And smelled wonderful. A good broth as a base, many pancake strips as insert, some carrots and fresh cut liquor. Why this was herbal pancake now, I can't say that the strips don't look like that. Nevertheless, the soup was good and was just good. 4* The sperm looked at me first, but let some spoons taste. She still speculated on a dessert. But first she was happy about 1/2 ham crusts Haxen Kraut Knödel 1/2 ham Haxen Kraut Knödel Her cheerful face spoke volumes. On her way to Berchtesgaden, she just told me about it. And now she stood up with crispy, shiny bacon. That looked neat, it also tasted super, only the slightly dry, pickled meat bleededed me a little from the taste. But not the sperling. The two dumplings, a semmel and one of the raw potatoes, you can better. The acidic wort is not yet boiled, the pleasant acidity took a little hard to the hearty dish. The roast sauce rounded off the classic dish. The Sparrow was happy, I give 4* My main course then saw as follows: 1/2 Lugeder peasant farmer 2 potato dumplings apple blue herbal lingerie 1/2 Lugeder peasant safer. Actually my first peasant. And then a good. juicy, perfectly cooked and wonderfully aromatic. A crispy skin. Calm down. The classic potato dumplings, filled with bread and butterballs, cannot be made better. Fluffy and yet solid, beautiful yellow color and potato in taste. Then the blue herb. This is where net merger A. S. from Munich would say. Had even fine bites, was wonderfully aromatic. In the end, this duck was very good 4.5*. At any time. Something negative was then noticed by the fact that the obviously auxiliary condition wanted to delete our plates, although the sperm was not finished. Otherwise, this was excellent, and above all the two main employees were always parat and attentive. Regarding cleanliness, there was no reason to complain. The dining room clean, as well as the tables, the toilets as well. Man and woman have to go to the first floor over the stairs. As the Sparrow still had the pleasure of something sweet, she ordered another baroque landfill with poppy butter Germknödel with poppy butter was a strain. When I look, I'm almost bursting. In the end, I almost halved him. That thing already cost. And filled with an alcoholic fruit jam, something between plumage and cherry, possibly both, does not know exactly. The poppy butter plentiful and rich. In the end good, but nothing spectacular. 3.5* In the end, we gave ourselves another schnapps we needed bitterly. I chose a Marillen who came too sweet and flat. Almost perfumed. There's much better. Like the Red Williams Christ of the Spatz. Although it cost twice, it tasted very, very good. At the same time we thanked and threatened a new visit. After this Saturday night we were sure to feed just as well as next time. This was then on Monday evening after an exhausting hike to the ice skating above Lake Königssee and below Watzmann. We crossed the Königssee to the St. Bartholomew chapel with electric boat. As it is since 1908 Usus. Once we tortured ourselves to the ice cold, but had a nice greeting from home we wanted to taste. Once again we were able to enjoy a freshly smoked cooking with bread and cream seafood. That's a hell. That was good. But only a snack, for the third evening in Berchtesgaden it should go back to the Golden Bear. I already had a wish, including Sparrow. But this time, not reserved again, we only had to wait five minutes until we were asked for a table. A very beautiful place in one of the rear corners, a beautiful Séparée, even if another couple was placed on the table. We do not want to complain Our table in the Séparée (high) We drank again the cellar beer, a starter we left in the evening. The sperm glowed half of the farmers, as I had to enjoy them two days before. And this time there was nothing to complain about. I had less luck with my choice. During the whole day I was already after Schnitzel, and so I ordered the classic as follows: Wienerschnitzel vom Strohschwein with potato salad Wienerschnitzel vom Strohschwein I think the picture speaks for itself. What a disappointment. So close to Austria, and then such a pale and painless carving that did not deserve the name at all. Too bad about the straw pig. The meat seems to be out of the back. It was through, but soulless. The pant is just fat and fat, I only ate it because I was hungry and I'm responsible. It was possible, but after the great duck two days before and the equally good haxe I had expected much better. The potato salad I had consciously preferred the pommes could not really save him, nor was the speech worth it. Finally, it is with broth and not too cold. A quarter of lemon and a bowl of cranberries. The most beautiful was the plate... Well-being 2.5* Nevertheless, or only that's why I think of a dessert. So I chose this time and ordered a Rahmapfelstrudel Alpine Salt Caramel Cream Rahmapfelstrudel That could make me reconcile. I would have liked to warm up the strudel, but it was delicious and the salty caramelis was great. A final conclusion. 4* In the end, there should be a digestive tract, and this year there was always a grappa for the sparrow and me. It was neat, better than the Marille before, but also not overwhelming. It doesn't matter. We were tired, more or less satisfied and would certainly come back if there was no carving. The scavenger is then also what draws the cut during food and PLV. Who knows how it was, I would have roasted the haxe or a pig the second time. Because the defensive dishes and soup were very convincing. If there are results, etc... I would give the Golden Bear a third chance."

Ristorante Da Branca

Ristorante Da Branca

Marktplatz 5, 83471 Berchtesgaden, Bavaria, Germany

Soup • Beer • Pizza • Italian


"Dass es in den Gesichtern des gesamten Personals kein einziges Lächeln gab, kann man im Nachhinein sogar verstehen - nachdem man die "Chefin" des Hauses und ihren Kasernenton erlebt hat. Wir waren zu zweit dort und schon die Bestellung aufzugeben war die erste zu nehmende Hürde. Dabei ging es doch bloß um zwei Getränke und zwei mal Pizza. Eine davon a la Carte und eine selbst zusammengestellt mit drei Zutaten (Salami, Champignons, Knoblauch) - die erste Überforderung der besagten Dame. Sie fiel mir beim Versuch, die Bestellung abzugeben, drei Mal ins Wort, fluchte ausgiebig über die Geräte, in die sie diese nicht imstande war, einzugeben, und kritzelte schließlich irgendetwas auf einen Zettel. Die Getränke kamen dann sogar auch. Nach einiger Zeit kam dann eine der insgesamt hilflos wirkenden Bedienungen mit fragendem Blick und einer Salami-Pizza zu uns - hatten wir beide nicht bestellt. Die gleiche Pizza kam zehn Minuten später nochmal mit dem gleichen fragenden Blick. Hatten wir aber immer noch nicht bestellt. Was dann weitere zehn Minuten später kam, sollte wohl die bestellte Pizza sein (naja, jedenfalls eine davon), sah auch erstmal so aus, also haben wir den Teller entgegen genommen und uns die geteilt. Champignons waren jetzt drauf. Es handelte sich um eine Art sehr dünnem Hartkeks mit teilweise verkohltem Rand, einem Hauch Soße drauf, Salami, Pilze. Leider kein Knoblauch. Immerhin in der Mitte ein bisschen Käse, der sogar fast geschmolzen war. Das ganze in Raumtemperatur.Der Verdacht, dass es sich dabei um die ewig herumgeschleppte Salamipizza handelte, durch Champignons ergänzt und nochmal kurz im Ofen gewesen, lag wohl mehr als nahe.Irgendwann haben wir es dann geschafft, die Chefin zum Bezahlen heranzuwinken. Natürlich mit dem Hinweis darauf, dass eine Pizza leider gar nicht kam. Ihre Reaktion war der Hinweis, die sei wohl irgendwie untergegangen, das könne ja wohl mal passieren. Mit der Rechnung zusammen brachte sie dann noch die zweite Pizza (?!) mit und erklärte in leicht hysterischem Tonfall: "Sehen Sie? Sehen Sie? Hier geht alles richtig zu. Na und? Dann ziehen Sie mir doch einen Stern ab. Da war nur eine Zutat ausgegangen. Na und?"Ihr "Entgegenkommen" bestand dann darin, dass wir die zweite Pizza NICHT bezahlen müssen! Ganz beeindruckt angesichts einer solch großzügigen Geste erklärte mein Partner, dass er sie sicher bewerten würde. Und dass er es sehr schade findet, dass sie offensichtlich so gar nicht kritikfähig sei. Sie versuchte daraufhin mit dem Hinweis, dass sie das jetzt am besten gar nicht diskutieren will, die Eröffnung einer Diskussion, deren Peinlichkeit ihres gleichen sucht. "Bewertungen schreiben?! Das machen doch nur Leute, die den ganzen Tag sonst nichts zu tun haben! Und die Einheimischen sind immer alle zufrieden mit mir." Ihr Tonfall war mittlerweile von leicht hysterisch zu etwas übergegangen, das man hier vielleicht am besten als "vollkommen außer sich" beschreiben kann. Ich habe mir jedenfalls etwas Sorgen um sie gemacht, während sie lautstark die umstehenden Tische anbrüllte: "Sie sind doch zufrieden? Nicht wahr? Und Sie? Sind Sie nicht zufrieden?"Die meisten der anderen betroffen Gäste blickten nur peinlich berührt zu Boden, andere fühlten sich gut entertaint. Für mich war das ein gastronomisches Erlebnis der allerschlimmsten Art.Der Servicegedanke, die Freude an der gastronomischen Dienstleistung sind hier nicht bekannt oder wurden vergessen. Dass der Gast hier ganz sicher einfach mal nicht König ist, mag man ja noch hinnehmen können. Aber wenn ein Gastronom zu oft vergisst, dass es letztlich die Gäste sind, die seine Existenzgrundlage sichern, wird es eng."