"The seventh of March is the day of little sins. Little sins are punished immediately, so it is called. What do I have to read about the Spanish-Lukull sky in Germersheim, so almost around the corner, today too lately. I'm sorry. Why did I do that? He made me so much pleasure, but also so much for it – I must go. As soon as possible! And yes the reason for this is today! Didn't I go back a few years ago in a one-way road and then drove 10m backwards? And that's only because I saw a young lady there, who was well known to me for a couple of years before, and look at me then, from a propper teenager to a really hot feger, that I spontaneously stepped onto the brake and set the reverse. Well, I wasn't full-year at that time and drove with my father's car looking for acquaintances and friends through our little town – if the mildering circumstances are. The hotel restaurant, in front of which the random way happened, still exists in the city. But little sins are punished by the Lord immediately, so I am glad that this young lady still accompanies me today. Thanks for that! Reason enough to make the Nano Short Trip to Spain beyond the “big stream”. Unfortunately, the restaurant is only accessible by phone just before seventeen a.m., seventeen a.m. is also the daily opening time of Las Tapas, and so I can reserve a table for two people in about a three-quarter hour. This time, the lady from Navi knows the way well, without fiesis mates or snippy remarks like “bite turns” when you are on the highway and this time really leads us on the fastest way to the Kirchplatz of Germersheim – where we find our parking right in front of the restaurant. Behind a vineyard covered outdoor seating with a lot of tightly placed tables and chairs, which guarantees wonderful evenings in summer, there is almost hidden the small door to the restaurant. On the door the markings of the year 2001, 02 and 03 from the Gault Millau – although this is not up to date, it still leaves something to be expected. Inside are small tables with small Spanish braid chairs, a small bodega in northern Spain would not look different. The walls of red, in the high arch of the wall Serrano ham – at the end of the room the counter with the slenders – slightly French flair of northern Spain. A young man welcomes us kindly, is surprised that we are already there – assigns us a small two table, in a niche with the famous ink prints of the bullfight cycle of Picasso. He informs us that from eight o'clock the restaurant would be superb – but now, half six, that leaves enough time for an enjoyable first visit, as I expect him to be given after the description from the review that was read this morning. The upper brings the cards, asks for drinks – or whether we want to look – my wife wants to serve the Spanish clichés typical of German – Sangria and Paella had already mentioned them on the way during their journey. My conspiracies try something else, fail. The mention of our tapas experiences, which confirm Marc's cruel shieldings about this scene, makes us highly anticipated. But it remains for my wife at Sangria. The mussels in Sherry Garlic, Mejillones en jerez de ajo are unfortunately not on the small slate table – but the German term – Tapas 4,80, portion 8,90. And they are, unlike in the phone call, today they have just been delivered freshly! From the map I want the chicken livers in Sherry Higado de pollo al jerez or the grilled squid Pulpoino a la plancha or. The boss wants Paella, because I had already answered on the go – why . and pointed out that this is probably only possible if two people order identically. Sure – my wife said there. On the map are Paella Vallenciana and the Spanish chicken one-pot Pollo al chilindron. On the question of my wife, how it tastes, I answer true – I do not know – but do not take it so accurately with the assignment of the stew chicken to the paellas, so that then the description of the grilled fish Parrillada de pescado 19,70/person must necessarily appear to be available. We are discussing whether only that – or... I would still like to have the shells – Tapas version 4,80 (full portion 8,90) – and my wife as a proven Serrano Vertilgerin is interested in the bread tap withSerrano ham Jamon Serrano 2,40. This will be our order: Sangria (0.5l 6.50), water (Bellaris 0.25l, 1.80) later a San Miguel (0.33 bottle 2.40), bread tapas with Serrano ham Jamon Serrano 2,40, The tapas portion of shells in Sherry Garlic 4,80 and the Parrillada de pescado 19,70/person. The young man expressly emphasizes that the price mentioned in the card is meant for the parrillada per person, I think it is very fair – his experience with relevant guests complaints has led him to explain to us. The drinks come – Sangria disappoints my wife, as the fruit inlay is already completely (dry) in the glass, apfellastig, I mean, in the jug is only the “infusion”. But tastefully okay, because no further complaint from the boss comes. It doesn't take long, because the young man puts us on a plate with a baguette disc with hand-cut, not exactly thinly saturated Serranoschinken – this is something disappointing in presentation and portion size. The tapas portion shells however shines in quantity, quality of shells, preparation and taste. Lightly tinted to garlic, the herb sweet note of the sherry comes into the pawls – very good! And the portion size is really good – larger than in some other restaurants the normal portion is offered. A poem! It is also necessary to mention that the selected sorting is wonderfully fleshy mussels. A basket with four, five tasty, lukewarm freshly baked baguette slices is served. In the meantime, our male service receives reinforcement by a pretty female colleague, esteeming Turkish descent (which she confirms later), both discuss local themes – interesting mix (as well as a young lady at the side table, sees that she speaks German with a Russian in a Spanish restaurant, as well as the operation of German and Turkish descent – how international is the Palat! After eye contact comes the young service lady and I ask for spoons and supplies for the bread basket. This time we get much more bread slices in the basket. The Muschelsud is fine, has some olive oil and a few herbs that are covered by the garlic. When our shells are destroyed, the young man is clearing, asking how it tasted, everything was fine. Yes – wonderful. The place is filled – no half an hour has passed since our arrival. Now the service colleague brings wordless two large plates, a wooden plate as a base and four small peels, two for my wife and for me – one with Aioli, one with Mocho rosso, good pepper cream. My question of what this is, however, is not answered. Just as wordless, it then brings a large guss pan with the grilled fish and vegetables: per person two or three large crevettes, a half-filed dorade on skin, a piece of swordfish fillet, a slice of salmon trout on skin, some Calamares rings, and also green shells I think with a light hard cheese zugrille herbs grilled, half a pepper The fish pieces are not small – would also go through as a single dish, half lemon slices are draped on the outside, all with a light olive oil. The Dorade is heavenly, so juicy at the point. The swordfish is firm, but tender, not hard, and even the salmon tastes me. The creams can be pelleted slightly with the olive oil coating – with a knife and fork slightly too soft, so it requires a flash of graced fingers, as I have for that now. And for my wife, I do almost everything – When the operation comes to the table again, I ask again what types of fish and how the Spanish name for the red paprika paste (because I'm always just puking Ajvar in my head. –They name the fish and the paprika paste clearly says, “I don’t know” and confirm their Turkish origin on demand – but immediately comes back and says “the paprika paste is mocho”, that’s Mocho – well! Frankly, this Parrillada de pescado, which we have ordered for two people – and as a twin, I really am an adequately very good eater – which would have been enough for four – we have not managed it, even if I had really had full use. I ordered an espresso – it's just before seven – a half hours of hard gourmand use. A short wink to the top – the question of whether the first visit might go to the house is kindly contended that this would not be in its disposal – but one? Herebas? Mallorcan herbal liquor he would like to bring – turns around and already two grappa glasses with the fabric come. Very friendly. The Bone he puts on the table – no Sixty Euro for a short holiday of one and a half hours in Spain – full belly – yes, little sins are punished immediately. But that was really worth it. And who has the fault: Marc – only you. And free to go to kitchen: a clear 5! (1 – certainly not again, 2 – hardly again, 3 – if it turns out again, 4 – happy again, 5 – absolutely again)"
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