"I am still quite perplexed by the inconceivable worst service of all times that my family has experienced there, from the quality of the food. Service: An elderly man, lustless, declining, unfriendly. He acknowledges the desire for a fried steak with his mouth and briefly discusses it with us. He again acknowledges the desire for a portion of herbal butter with discussions by teaching me about the supplements of my ordered court. I'll let him know that I still like to have herbal butter. He only wins and notes nothing. We get a steak that is still raw to **** inside. I don't get herbal butter. The food itself we are not professionals, but still acts like the discounter. My chop was not a chop, but just some piece of pork. I had already described the steak. The roast potatoes (both mine and the rest of the family were either mushy or already burned. There was nothing between. The expensive appetizer (Champignons with bright sauce leaves the impression of cheap can mushrooms with maggi make sauce. This explains how the monstrous giant portions are produced... I didn't even like to eat a third, the rest remained. For this I was then taken into cross interrogation by a lady in forschem tone: Why is so much left?! Didn't it taste?! (And no, that didn't come over, like the common polite question in all the restaurant, whether it tasted. Since we were invited, we made good mice, because we did not want to harm the invitee by complaining about the food. I can only say, never again! (And ask me how such a restaurant can hold itself...."
