Landrestaurant Burrweiler Mühle

Mühle 202, Burrweiler, Germany, 76835

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Telefon: +496323980751

Adres: Mühle 202, Burrweiler, Germany, 76835

Şehir: Burrweiler

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Web Sitesi: http://www.burrweilermuehle.de

"where the Monbach has dug into the vineyards between weyher (i.e. pfalz, burrweiler and hainfeld) is today the Burrweiler mill built by hans hartlieb in 1686. In the 1970s gertrud and theo were already closed in the mill at this time, a good enough one, which was taken over by today's Christian Wisserin in 1993. in the following years he lovingly restored the entire property together with his wife Michaela and transformed it into a land restaurant. the burrweiler mühle owes its regional knowledge in its first series of unique location, which is why Pfalz visitors and wine tourists especially like to plan a way around the “Rebmeer-Mulde” in moderatebach in the warm season, where they enjoy t...


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great local with historical ambiente. excellent eating and excellent wine. eating: 5 service: 5 atmosphere: 5.

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A piece of paradise says the self-application of this place. So far, I would not go because there is no sexual component for paradise. But the rest is true: good food, good wine, beautiful location right on the edge of the Palatinate forest, so that after eating you can take a nice walk with the oiling children or dogs;


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In Burrweiler's mill between Burrweiler, Hainfeld and Weyher we were eating dozens of times. In the Palatinate there is hardly a better and more beautiful restaurant. Food is great and prices are affordable. The waiters absolutely friendly. The restaurant is idyllic between vines and meadows. The Burrweiler Mühle is also known in Hamburg. I was addressed several times by customers.


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where the Monbach has dug into the vineyards between weyher (i.e. pfalz, burrweiler and hainfeld) is today the Burrweiler mill built by hans hartlieb in 1686. In the 1970s gertrud and theo were already closed in the mill at this time, a good enough one, which was taken over by today's Christian Wisserin in 1993. in the following years he lovingly restored the entire property together with his wife Michaela and transformed it into a land restaurant. the burrweiler mühle owes its regional knowledge in its first series of unique location, which is why Pfalz visitors and wine tourists especially like to plan a way around the “Rebmeer-Mulde” in moderatebach in the warm season, where they enjoy th...

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Robichon

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Orensfelsstr. 31, 76833 FRANKWEILER, Frankweiler, Germany

Cafés • Cakes • French • European


"When the Frenchman Bruno Robichon, together with his wife Hannelore, took over the village business “Zur Frankenburg” in the Orensfelsstraße in July of 1984 in the idyllic Rieslingdorf Frankweiler, the southern Palatinate seemed to be even more culinary. Well, in the same year, a certain Karl-Emil Kuntz took over the office of the chef in the Haynaer Krone and cooked his first star two years later, but otherwise, in the region lined by wine bars, ostrich farms and village bites, there was not much going on. The love of the defensive regional cuisine went first and foremost through the Saumagen. In this respect, this luxury slave, committed to the cuisine of our neighboring country, was something extraordinary from the outset in the heart of Frankweiler's residential area. And that today, 35 years later, the restaurant still exists and still enjoys a great popularity, speaks for its continuous quality, with which exquisite Franko classics have been served for over three decades. As a solid gastronomic authority and reliable recommendation, this family-run traditional place is no longer a secret tip. And so I also enjoyed the classic French inspired bistro cuisine of Maître Robichon for the first time 25 years ago. A family Christmas dinner led me back then into the living house, which is very little on top kitchen. The fish dishes prepared on the spot from then keeps my long-term culinary memory stored until today. On the other hand, the homey living room-winter garden atmosphere of the two guest rooms together around the 45 seats, I had no longer quite on the screen when, together with my wife, on a warm summer evening in mid-August after a long abstinence, I slipped back there again. The fact that the following visit should take place just two months later was not yet possible. Apparently, we must have liked it quite well. Also in August we knew nothing about the upcoming renovation of the first guest room, to which we missed a completely new look. 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This did not happen as a study, but sounded for real interest in the good of the guest. The fact that during the visit in October the chef came to our table for a small professional empire about the preparation of his bouillabaisse showed us that one takes time here not only for the tribal clarinets. Mr. Robichon was relieved in the kitchen by another chef Nils, who had also completed his apprenticeship here and acted as the right hand of the boss. I also saw the young Azubi Tobias through the riches to the kitchen. The one or other remedy seemed to complete the manageable staff ceiling of the place. According to the existing Womanpower was limited to the essentials without having to act in a thirsty way. 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On her palate voyage, she was sent to the south of France by grilled Provencal vegetables with goat fresh cheese, a small fish soup with roasted dorade fillet, rabbit pupils with fresh puffs and apricots with lavender cream and apricot sensorbet. The really excellent assorted bottle wine card, which, in addition to a variety of French trouvailles, also lists good Palatinate drops, makes the heart of every wine lover beat faster. All important wine regions of our neighbouring country are represented with selected chalks. In addition to Burgundy, Beaujolais, Bordeaux and Rhônetal, even the Maconnais, the Loire and the Languedoc vinophil are honed. Friends of large Palatinate plants may enjoy Riesling von Rebholz Siebeldingen, Weißburgunder von Münzberg Landau-Godramstein and Spätburgunder by Messmer Burrweiler. Small bottles of 0.375l are also represented in the extensive grape juice range of Robichons. 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Don Camillo E Peppone

Don Camillo E Peppone

Weinstraße 21A, 76835 Gleisweiler, Deutschland, Germany

Cafés • Pizza • German • Italian


"Rural Italy in the middle of the Palatinate. The name of the Ristorante in the wine and recreation area of Gleisweiler, which was opened almost 10 years ago, could not have happened to passersby. But instead of a powerful, slotted priest “Don Camillo” who is in constant conflict with the sovereignty of Mayor “Peppone”, the guest expects a special Italian cuisine that is characterized by the calabresian home of the two hosts, Laura Cesario and Pasquale Cuscuná. And finally, we managed to look over here. Recommended by friends “Foodies”, the visit has long been on the program. Before that, a detour was offered to the neighboring village of Burrweiler. A small walk up to the promising Anna Chapel is always worth it. From here, one is at the feet of the Rhine plain and it already costs some overcoming the very welcoming restaurant “Sankt Annagut”, which is located next to the parking lot. But we had finally reserved “Don Camillo” and looked forward to a lasy pasta evening in autumn. We arrived shortly after 20 o'clock at the Ristorante, which comes from the road, almost directly at the entrance of Gleisweiler. And yes, the first impression is that of an agritourism, as it is often encountered in southern areas outside the villages or near many busy roads. Apparently there are several ways to enter the restaurant. We chose the way over the outdoor terrace, which first us at the bar or Theken area passed to let the Pizza Back Station and Monstersteinofen lie on the right and take place in the rear area of the main guest room. The boss led us to our reserved table, which was somewhat in the passage area to the adjacent “Wintergarten tent”, but had the advantage that there was always something to look at. There were some tables around us. The easy friendly way with which the two owners cared about their guests in the service led to a high proportion of tribal clients. The bottle of Grappa was put on the table so that everyone could pour in. The atmosphere inside the Ristorante can be described as warm and unpretentious. On the walls are hanging a lot of Italian landscapes and lifestyle in oil. In addition, a few framed black and white photographs of the two namesake probably from various post-war films. From the ceiling, a few hanging lights separate from the ceiling, which provide a pleasantly warm lighting. The floor is tiled differently from space to space, the ceiling of the rear guest room is completely covered with wooden panels. In the front area, the white ceiling only covered by individual beams makes the interior look a little more friendly. The wall in clinker optics reminds of long forgotten living and furnishing sins of the 70s and 80s. It doesn't just seem antique and old-fashioned, it is. But it is so desired and has its charm. Simple wooden chairs with hole in the backrest and simple but clean table linen complete the inconspicuous interior that radiates a very own timeless charm. This evening the two-year birthday of a member of the large family was celebrated extensively and who thinks that the little Bambini at 22 o'clock was already all in their bed or Maxi cosi lay, he's terribly violent. The kids liked the unattended walking around in the restaurant, which was performed without shouting, but with a lot of fun and curiosity. Sometimes I had some concern about our waiter, who could have stumbled over one of the children with his full tablet, but what did not happen. The birthday party sat in the tent, which houses a cozy winter garden in the cooler or cold season. In summer, the tarpaulins are crowned and the roofing is part of a Mediterranean outdoor area overlooking the nearby vineyards and the adjacent Palatinate Forest. The hosts understand how to use their premises in the best possible season. At this Italian's tasty pasta, Don Camillo and Peppone would probably have sat side by side at the table and briefly exposed their disputes with a Mediterranean noodle plate and a glass of Vino. While Peppone would surely have depressed the Bistecca Fiorentina from Chianina Rind as Porterhouse Steak alone. On the first side of the menu we were attentive to this Tuscan meat speciality with the typical t-shaped bone. In the same way, one seems to like to serve the Italian meat pots. Lammkrone, Saltimbocca, Scaloppina and Entrecôte are waiting for guests with meat hungry. In addition to a good selection of pasta dishes, these are undoubtedly the culinary focus in the “Don Camillo”. A manageable selection of appetizers salads, soups, antipasti and various pizzas complete the offer. Fish and marine animals are also available in the form of grilled giant roes and tuna fillets. In addition, a table with daily recommendations is available. Unfortunately, we noticed these too late because it was not visible from our table. The service had apparently forgotten to draw attention to this offer. Not bad – the next visit will be studied more closely. A face came to me when I entered the restaurant. Patrone Cuscuná is supported by the Oberkellner of the now no longer existing Landauer Ristorantes “Raffaele”. The Italian Gastro community is holding together. A bottle of San Benedetto 0.75l for 4.50 Euro, a small apple juice choir 0.2l for 2.00 Euro and a quarter of Montepulciano 4.50 Euro immediately found the way to our table. A larger range of Italian bottle wines is offered on demand. As a common appetizer we chose the “Gamberoni Piccanti” 10,50 Euro . Four shrimps came out of the wood oven, bathing in hot olive oil. They lay in a kind of ceramic pan and were baked with tomatoes, herbs, garlic, onions and sharp Peperoncini pieces in the oven. No wonder that the fine aroma just got us into the nose. And of course we did the herb garlic oil mixture with the typical Italian white bread by little. The Montepulciano tasted a little flat. Normal averages that have been presented openly. We had both ordered from the homemade “Pasta Ripiena”. Once upon a time, the “Ravioli al Pecorino fresco” filled with fresh pecorino, veal and potatoes were 10.50 euros of my accompaniment. They smelled like sage butter, in which they had been swung before, and had the right bite. My “Roselline di Pesce” €10.50, noodle bags filled with high quality fish, swung in a curry cream sauce. This tasted very discreet, was refined with a few shrimps and gave the fish-filled noodles enough taste space to unfold. A little less sauce would have done it. Beiden Pasta dishes were tasted their fresh preparation. From the serving I found the Pecorino Ravioli of my accompaniment a bit economical, while my noodle pocket plate – thanks to the lush cream sauce – was a bit more filling. There was enough room for a dessert. A still liquid chocolate soufflée 6,00 Euro in the core was the finale this evening. Of course the convenience was, but really good. By the way, there are a lot of restaurants that use finished goods at the Schokoküchlein, and this is not done by the guests, because things are not done much better. Our evening ended with a nice chat with service manager and owner Pasquale Cuscuná, who still gave up a homemade Limoncello at the expense of the house. Oh, I just like her, this uncomplicated, but even more delicious Italian cuisine. Even though the “Don Camillo” comes from the ambience, it is still very cozy and in combination with the freshly prepared noodles and meat dishes also absolutely authentic. Next time, meat comes to the table. The Bistecca Fiorentina would certainly be worth a try."

Weinstube Brand

Weinstube Brand

Weinstr. 19, 76833 Frankweiler, Germany

Cakes • German • European • Regional international specialties


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They only knew that it was in the vineyard brand when we were standing in front of the rather inconspicuous estate. Surprise! But one of whom I knew very well that she would come to my friends from Solingen-Höhscheid. You don't just value yourself, you know a little bit. From the lady of the house, Mrs Eva-Maria Knefler, we were kindly greeted and placed in a quiet corner of the lasy courtyard. We sat – surrounded by plenty of pot green – very cozy on rustic wood furniture, from seat cushions to the comfort and enjoyed the moment of our first meeting on Pfälzer Gastroboden. You had a lot to tell yourself and that also noticed our attentive hostess. She let us get alone and study the menu and drinks. The obligatory performer with the recommendations of the evening did not wait long. He's been a little sick. I used to count on the five dishes on this creative offer of the chef Christian Knefler, which operates far from any wine-stubenkulinarik. That August night it was three of them. But they had it in themselves. Seeteufel, maize podular breast and back from Iberico-Schwein were written on black in well-readable letters. “In the order, please!” the Weser double-magen agent would probably say and, of course, have to be saturated by the saturating consequences of these ordinary portions “made in Palz”. I personally enjoy a safe ticket to the chef's strong flavourings every time I visit the season's sparkling spice, which was enjoyed as an appetizer. So this time. The Asian curled cauliflower stew in the coconut-curry wall could additionally be made with a fried shrimp. There was neither me, nor my palate buddy from the ring town. At the main courts we then went separate ways. The Macster was unable to leave 29,90 euros from the navy on Kimchi and Spice-Quinoa, while the maize pulpit with fresh pluckers and fried polenta picked me up most. The lady at the table chose a vegetarian dish from the standard card. The filled goat fresh cheese with pine walnut crust, rocket and old balsamico 16.90 euros should be for them. When choosing the wine, I liked to give Carte blanche to my sparrow. In doing so, the Tannin-Titane, which did not negate the “heavy red” from the mountain as a washy Riesling-Rambo, who wanted to be sent directly from the Frankweiler courtyard to the “Gleisweiler Hölle”. The alleged “Höllentrip” vinified by the Flemlinger VDP-Winzer Theo Minges led us into the Rieslinglage “Unterer Faulenberg” bottle for 51 euros. He gave us a guest-friendly calculated large wine that made his name all honor. Our wine of evening ripeness, sweet-smelling fruit hit fine acidity here. With delicate-floral herbal notes in the nose and yellow fruity aromas in the glass, we enjoyed the noble drop from the now largest Riesling cultivation area in the world approx. 5800 ha vineyard in full. Of course, when I was a chauffeur, I had a little more than the Solinger sip at my right hand. A little sourdough bread was added to our aromatically fragrant spices, which used to be used with dip and crisp vegetable sticks for the first hunger control. With him the last rest was then wiped out from the hearts of the plate by the courageously smacked Asian-terrine. To be honest, I had never imagined a soup at all my visits at the Brand Wine Shop, which was not completely enthusiastic about me. So in this case. Christian Knefler’s way to season is just me. There's a lot going on with the first spoon. Maybe that's something "too much" for one or the other, but I could put myself in his foamed soup dreams. Cauliflower-Curry soup with roasted shrimp Not unremarked should remain the fact that the shrimps attached to a small rod and briefly on the diving station were very juicy. Their slightly sweet meat sat down with the still slightly bite-resistant cauliflower roasts, which enriched this liquid aroma flower in a textured manner, in the very best manner. The result: our plates were spooned empty and during this process one was able to hear several times the sounds of blackish satisfaction at the two soup cakes at the table. After serving the main foods, these sounds used again in a timely manner. No wonder, we had to do it here with beautifully dressed flavor grenades, which was most to defocus. In the centre of a lush green rocket bed, Mrs. Shaneymac’s fresh goat cheese, covered with crispy pine-walnut toupe, had made it cozy. Filled goat fresh cheese with pine walnut crust, rocket and old balsamico as the main dish splash of old balsamico, chives and sprouts completed this ensemble that would certainly have given my wife great pleasure. On the plate of the naval diffusor, all the essentials were already mentioned in his wording report. Here came a fresh top product from the sea perfectly fried and in an ingenious preparation on the ceramics. His foundation from Kimchi, Quinoa and Co. was covered by a foam from the yellow lens and knew to wear the crocodile screws in a sophisticated way. Seekfish for the naval pig! A typical Knefler cellar that catapulted with its intense aroma play even the inherently boring Inka dress in far-eastern spheres. It wasn't inferiorly juicy on my well loaded record. The perfectly fried, traditional meat of the maize podulard breast had label-rouge quality. Every bite came to the juicy poultry pleasure. Well seasoned, slightly crispy skin included the soft breast meat of the chicken fed with corn. Maispoulardenbrust with pifferlings and roasted polenta Together with the bite-sautated pudderlings, the saturating polenta-bratling, the crispy-fried sage leaves on top and the two harmoniously interlocking sauces, this was a successful main course that brought the Knefler’s kitchen ceredo: “It is boiled, what is fun! After the main course, my partner in Dine had a ball of the exotic sorbet, which he was crowned with Pfälzer sparkling wine and some mangoragout. The guest from the Bergisch knew how to do it. My need for food was more than covered at that time. The maize pulp portion had contributed to its rest. When the peache hadn't been present at our table for a long time, I woke up to see where he was left. Where did I find him? Of course, at the sinking counter! There he kept a little chat with the house owner, whom I have never seen outside his kitchen. They found each other. A former colleague of Christian Knefler and even Koch on the Swabian Alb also joined, which led to a nice chat in a fun round. Of course, we didn't want our lady to wait too long at the table and therefore broke the culinary professional empire after about three hours exhausted. The fact that we processed a few Magnum bottles from the Kastanienbusch-Riesling from Rebholz to acidic Schorle, was understood by itself Spässje! Outside in the courtyard, the portable LED outdoor lamps were already illuminated on the tables, which was quite tolerable to the lasy ambience of this unpretentious Palz-Patios. Patio-Atmo Lauschiger Freisitz by night We would have held it under the starry sky for ever, but the tiredness complains to us on quiet soles. And so, after a warm welcome from the Knefler family, it went back to Chapel-Drusweiler, where the Solinger “Bagage” had yet to climb the “Wendel” staircase Kalauer! to her feudal attic. The next morning we visited the nearby border town of Wissembourg to cover us with good “fromage”, fine “charcuterie” and sweet temptations from top patience Daniel Rebert. Even in the evening we stayed faithful to Alsace. Too bad that the “Vieux Moulin” to Lauterbourg is not a few meters further north, in southern Palatinate. A report on GG would have been top-ranking."