"Summer, sun, hunters in the open sky! We're just close to a manned Mars mission. But we return the time for a few months and look at the in many ways wonderful September. The summer went loose beyond August and was not tired to give us his daily supplements even in the so-called "autumn month". Cycling was part of the weekend, like the wheat beer, the permanent or the Mersault, the evaluation of the Weser elite rates. And so it came that a good colleague who, as President of the most famous Schlemmerclub of Wörth, led a bike tour with me to Speyer. It was Saturday, the weather was dreamy and with the Regio Express it went first from the local Steinweiler in the north direction to Maikammer, the starting point for our venture. Thanks to the area on pot level and supported by the light return wind, the historic Domstadt am Rhein can be reached in a pleasantly light cycle. A small tour in the Imperial Cathedral was carried out immediately after arrival. Then it went over the flanier mile towards Altpörtel, well known that there is also the culinary epicentre of the former free city of the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nation. According to a well-known online travel guide, more than 100 gastronomic facilities are to be located in the middle, which is about 50 000 inhabitants and one of the oldest cities in Germany. This is what you can see after a few meters on Maximilian Street, richly populated by tourists, traders and other flaneurs, the legendary “Via Triumphalis”. To save us the slalom through the crowds, we closed our wheels near the Kaiserskathedrale and strolled the rest very comfortably on foot. My colleague had targeted the “To the Old Coin” restaurant, which we had visited with our Wörther Food Association three years ago. But there the entire outdoor area was occupied with friends of bourgeois cuisine. And we didn't want to consider a table in beautiful weather. But in the end we had to take what comes, because we had not reserved in advance. When I look towards St. Georg's well, I hardly dare my eagle eyes. A table had just been released on the much smaller terrace of the Golden Deer. The motto was to act quickly. Shortly afterwards – we could not believe our happiness so well – we were sitting first in front of the façade of the historic inn, where we were presented and staged since 1890. In the meantime, the Hungarian operators are in charge here – just like in the neighbouring “Old Coin”. These seem to do a really good job, you could believe the many very good reviews on Tripadvisor. Almost 200 times the award was awarded on this portal. This has introduced the pole position into the local in the heart of Speyer, even before the Rabennest and the Le Cyclo wine room (Vietnamesian shop, which I already have at GG, Anm. Kastanien, Herbstsalat (with grilled duck breast and deer goulash with pumpkin potato pure) – one dish was more seasonal than the other. A wine recommendation was also made. A dry Sauvignon Blanc from the Mussler winery from Bissersheim, which has to have with its lush Vinothek in the green “filled” summer wine experiences, has been presented openly. Directly next to me, a slate board was hanging with other suggestions for the stable fooder on the wall of the house. The classic peat plate with the black “Trio Rustico” (saumagen, bratwurst and liver dumplings was served here old with Riesling Sauerkraut, roast potatoes and roast sauce. Also with a Cordon Bleu with Bratgemüse, Pommes and side salad was hatched. Although the naval brigade had a lot to do in the guest room – there was a larger society on a long table solemnly possible – but it was by no means overwhelmed with the urge on the fully occupied terrace, but was very present and not cured or annoyed throughout the entire operation. It is nice if the operators find time for a smile or a few nice words despite the hectic of the day business. This works professionally and also takes the look of an adaptable gastronomy, as unfortunately it is found only too often in tourist hotspots. There are certain addresses in Speyerer Maximilianstraße. The Golden Deer is definitely not part of it. First, the acute digestive process had to be interrupted. There was also a cyclist for one of the cyclists. It is a well-stocked tip for small town 4.20 euros. For the same money, my colleague, who recognized him a little comprehensible alcohol immunity, could appear with half a liter of currant. The refreshing thirst quenchers were served flott. The food decision took us a little longer. This was due to the clear but completely sufficient offer of mostly meat-laden dishes of good-bourgeois embossment. For friends of the Argentinian cow, a 300 grams thick lobe steak and oxen caps were offered according to Stroganoff. Porkfilet Filous and Schnitzelschergen were also at cost. There were also many salad variations on the map. The Speyer Flaneures just like it. The openly gifted wines originate mainly from the already mentioned winery Mussler from Bissersheim. In white wines from the bottle it can also be a good drop of basser Jordan from Deidesheim. With a rioja of Ugarte (25 euros), the bottle was also an inexpensive “Exot” (only with reference to the wine selection there). For me as professing “wine godfather” with lots of tinto in the blood, of course an offer I could hardly reject. But unfortunately it had to. Because the home trip was in front of me. Maybe the next visit when the dear woman moves the car home. Oh, yeah, we ate there, of course. We both decided to shape the meat of the friitus. My colleague liked to order the Cordon Bleu from the slate table (15.90 euros), which was prepared according to the menu of the chicken breast fillet. There was nothing written on the table, and the small print from the prescript laminated food fable that he had read. To take it immediately: it remained the only small culinary tasting of our lunch. I had for the “Wiener Art” carving (14.80 euros, carried with a mushroom cream sauce, a manageable amount of frits and a fresh side salad from the kitchen. The colleagues also added pansy and a garlic extract. Pommes and salad were also included in the price for his chicken Cordon Bleu. The crispy leaf green, refined with clean raw food, made the beginning as usual. The housewear did not lack the packaging of acetic acid, which I always like in a salad plate. “There was no mistake!” A dalai lamaesker enjoyment party from Bremen would notice at this point. That's exactly what I saw. After the usual waiting period, which is a bit longer due to feeling hungry, we served the magnificent specimens. My pig carving was very good in his panade. Its delicately curved interior was enclosed by a crispy roasting shell. Between the slightly stuffed “Wiener Haut” there was a well-worn, honest folklore piece that was already addressed to the good fooder from its size. Calories, which I could use well for the leading road to the Rhine. The strikingly bright champignon sauce had obviously received a lot of cream, but it was not itself under the suspicion of the “dead cream”. Apparently, the basis of a strong jus came, where at least no obvious helpers were used. It was tasted harmoniously – the somewhat thirsty expression “round” is probably the maritaleste – and only because of its cream content a hand-resistant casting. However, he did not burn into the long-term culinary memory. The silent piece of luck My table kumpan praised the Mediterranean pan fried on bite. His Knobi Dip came from the spray bag and coughed a chicory leaf in fine portioning. Don't judge a Cordon Bleu from his panade... He only noticed the chicken fauxpas when he was cut. At least the juicy ham cheese saved him the petty-bourgeois mood. The Pommes were a good standard and came to the plate with sufficient salt wort. Yeah, well, chicken breast, who should know? Summa summarum were the two ordinary housewives who put our hunger in the forehead. No sweet Husch Husch kitchen as you like to get it in so many Touri Klause, but a snorkelless cooked, extremely saturating herd performance of the more loving kind. The well humorous Speyer Citizenship has “tripadvisort” the Golden Hirsch first, certainly not astonishing that her dome city still hides quite other gastronomic treasures. But “Clyne”, “AvantGarthe” or “Alte Engel” are also not restaurants on the touristic splendour, but a bit away from the mainstream, home to more ambitious food manufacturers. By the way, I met a few weeks later in the “Old Angel”. But that's a completely different story... maybe I'll tell you."
