"Oh, yeah, my eagle. Gastro Urgestein an der Glotter, concessionated since 1883. One of the three top restaurants in Glottertal, a tourist area. At the latest since the Black Forest Clinic, each second building has been mutated to a restaurant/hotel/pension, and coffee excursions from all ZDF wired regions come here and want to be delivered. This whole hype of the eagles didn't go. Old building substance, three fixed guest rooms, Ms. Kleber resists steadfast gastronomic fashion. According to rustic is the institution, elsewhere one would speak of a firm grace. But they fit here, the wrought iron grating, the green tile oven, calendered wooden beams and rough plastered or wood-coated walls. Even lead glass windows can be accepted if the overall package is correct. And in the eagle. Solid bathroom kitchen with a slightly French influence (adhesive also speaks with long second e..., no modern design cook with dialogue of carrot green at celery parfait here is filled with guest in a conventional but pleasant way. On the recommendation of the patron, Heuer gave excellent oysters with a Vinaigrette that gave a completely new taste experience. Of course I did not pass the beet salad with calfsbries, the lion's tooth came with a wonderful salad sauce, but the calfsbries I would have liked to fried a little shorter. The deceased to the main course was hit at the point and left nothing to be desired. Also the Sauce Bearnaise was excellent. The wine cellar is unprecedented in which local and international drops thrive for years. The selection requires a more intensive consultation, but is also available. Personally, I'm not a friend of the Glotter Valleys. Here you get the better, but fortunately it is not necessary. Well-trained staff from the old blow knows how the guest is delivered and satisfied. Also on larger occasions it is sovereign, possible hectic in the kitchen never comes to the guest. Keeping the door open during my personal departure is almost clean, but fits the locals. A secret tip in summer is the eagle's throat behind the house. Under old trees you sit in vines, the view goes up to the Black Forest and the ubiquitous vineyards. The parking lot will probably not be more beautiful this season, the asphalt area of the kasernenhof does not want to correspond to the otherwise harmonious black forest romanticism. But that has always been in the eagle..."
