"Peißenberg is located at the transition of the pre-land molasses to the wrinkle molasses; so everything is said about this place, what you need to know : And even today there would have been no reason for me to visit if we had not driven us in the truest sense of the word of hunger. The mosss mill in Huglfing, the Schatzl and I had planned for a lunch, had a rest day. And so we decided to continue the road until we reach a place. And that was then the Gasthof Zur Post in Peißenberg. Located directly on the main road, not to overlook. Right next to the house a large parking lot. The entrance leads into a long hallway, right on the left, into the guest room. With tiredness and hardship we had a free table opposite the counter. Hope germinated in me when it's so full here, then they have to cook!! The menu turned out to be a welded DIN A 4 sheet with pretty much everything a Bavarian heart desires. Of course, the pancake soup does not lack € 3,10 , thanks to the allergy regulation provided with the number 5. Looking on the map, what is the 5th Aha, flavor enhancers....But that didn't scare me, she had to order everything under control in the fleeting operation despite great urge. Then please the spinach dumplings with decomposed butter, fresh parmesan and salad set € 7.90 . Sweetheart chose the “Tagesrenner”, consisting of roasted soup, pork loaf grilled with herbal butter, fries and salad, cappuccino at € 7.90. Against thirst a big special and a Johannisbeer choir both 0.5 to € 3,10. “An Salod derft’s Eich seiber hoin” told us the operation and pointed towards Theke. There we had already discovered the salad bar when entering the room. And because we're just in the room. We felt like we had been catapulted back into the good old time. Such inns may exist more often in the country, not in Garmisch. Long simple tables, a crucifix on the wall, and if now the operation would not have taken a black and white carded mini skirt, but a dirndl, one could have turned a scene here for a ganghofer film without a big change. Back to the topic, the soup comes. Wonderfully thin sliced pancake strips with me, thick brittles with sweetheart in soup, fresh greenware over it. “And?” I wanted to know from my noise “Where is the flavor enhancer?” it came back dry. True, the broth tasted homemade, might have been a bit stronger, but otherwise – basst scho! “Do you want a salad too?” No, he doesn't. So I go to the buffet alone and find the usual suspects. Mix me a portion of some leaf salad, carrots, cucumbers and tomatoes and try to guess what dressing is in the carafes. Take that, the closest to a yogurt dressing. Then the main course comes and it asks me why I should get a salad at the buffet. The “Salatgarnitur” which was mentioned on the menu was a murderer’s portion, where the two spinach dumplings were almost something. Then they did, but not because of the salad, but because a mountain of Parmesan did not give them a chance. At the salad the cook had really extinct, great were the pumpkin and pine kernels, less super I found the fruity dressing tipped my yogurt dressing from the buffet over. A true dream was the dumplings. Gently loose, juicy and well tasted. They can't do that better in South Tyrol, where these dumplings come from. And what does Schatzl say to his lend? Nothing, he enjoys and leaves nix. While the cappuccino is being served, I'm heading for toilets. Barrier-free, clean, but a wild color mix – there would have been a style adviser good to do; Conclusion: Rarely it cost me so great overcoming to take photos. I didn't dare to go over to the side table, where we were observed by VERY eye pairs. Apart from that, we felt so bad. Everything was said to eat, guad was it! The prices? Unbeatable at the time of the day, otherwise not a big difference to Garmisch. Service? Bayish rustic nice cleanser? And how"
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