"We are not looking at Max Moritz's view, but because we thought to get simple food at reasonable prices. We didn't know there were all Teuton memories. The prices were pretty heavy. They use black controls with dirt and wood and of course the concept continues. There were two thick slices of liver cheese per plate on the table that were dry and at which the crust fell off. The liver cheese had to lie for a while. Try more like fat instead of meat. The potato salad in one serving was good, but little. But the roast potatoes on the other plate had it in themselves: they were almost boiled in oil until the incomprehensibility and tasted strangely, after cinnamon and/or pepper or something. They were so oily and the part so small that they didn't want to eat. The color was not yellow-brown, but consistently brown with black nuances and completely joined together. I don't know what that should be. Probably totally fucked. You must now know that you had ordered pure roasted potatoes without additives and that you had agreed with the kitchen. Like I said, there was a bunch of oil. I'll come back and drink a beer and get out. On a beautiful day certainly the much better choice than here ever to eat again."
