"It was evening and we were standing in a parking lot after an exhausting, exhausting walk day, burdened with constant rain, hungry in Plön, it rained again in streams and we were glad that the short way to the restaurant Eisenpfanne fell in. So we're going. With the open screen held above the head in the hand (all the other does not really make sense or? we quickly found the place. The covered places in front of the restaurant were not occupied. Also the uncovered tables in the side street were all free. Why? From the alley you could also get to the restaurant. We entered the guest room through the narrow entrance from Langen Straße and immediately realized, even in it it is narrow. And it's full, not a free table. Even though the shop from the decoration seemed totally overloaded to me, it was kind of cozy. Sometimes you're lucky, because just when we wanted to move on, there was a 2 tables free. We sat and hoped that no Reserved sign will be put down, it was not, once again, lucky. The map was on the table and we read it through. The Italian courts were presumed. I had originally tipped to good bourgeois German cuisine, regionally oriented, and the name suggests that. But good, it's an Italian restaurant. The waitress was quick and attentive. She came to our table with a nice touch on her lips and the question of our drinks wishes and accepted the order. When they came quite fast, we hadn't decided yet. That's why I asked for some postponement and a second start. He was given us with a smile. At the second attempt to pick up an order, I was still not finished, but as my treasure decided spontaneously to read one of the special offers on the freely hanging boards described with chalk. There should be a ham-rucola pizza and a asparagus-sink pizza (a creation unknown to us until then, before that we wanted a small salad and a goulash soup. The lukewarm goulash soup didn't taste me. She reminded me of canned soup. That would be almost okay if the cook had at least once made some effort and tastefully improved. My impression was that she was only warmed up, no pepp, no fire, just laugh. The salad was rather sweet, he looked like thrown on the plate. I don't think it's possible, even if the guest room is fully occupied. In this case, this is not really the case, because there is also a focus for me on good cuisine, high-quality performance under continuous stress. There are also the annonce (if there is the interface between the kitchen and the output, and in particular the waiters are asked, something they should see and let them stop before taking. There's also a call from the house. My ham-rucola pizza was well covered, crispy and also tasted me. The pizza with the asparagus had Dutch sauce on top. She also tasted like from the canned, here probably the usual tetrapack. Too bad, for years I haven't had a self-opened Sauce Hollandaise in a restaurant on the plate. Unfortunately, there are more financial and tasteful interests at the forefront. The restaurant was really full, and when we left the iron pans the reserved places were all occupied. I assume that we didn't get that hit with our food selection. Other guests have probably had better experiences. Mys weren't so intoxicating that day, at least as far as the kitchen is concerned. I can't forgive more than 3 stars here."
