"In short: Insane Fuchs Pub with Greek cuisine and friendly service in the heart of the In-Viertel Flingern. There are outside seats. If you are bored, perhaps read more: Flingern is awakened by Sleeping Beauty. The hipster spreads unstoppablely and infiltrates the sharpness of the apple eaten even in the remotest alleys of our former unspectacular and maternal gravel. More and more grounded institutions must be soft; more and more storage spaces are empty and remain in their future fate in the form of minimal art gallery, frozen yogurt tank or, in the worst case, stars and consorts when it comes to thick. Especially the pub scene has changed and not good. Because the middle field has almost died. Cosy a beer drink go-smooth. Of course you can visit the classic corner pubs. The beer is cheap, the music selection is reliable (the spectrum ranges from Wolfgang Petry to Andrea Berg) and equally reliable is the always the same guest group that hangs on the altar in the morning and finally – the later the evening, the higher the level- thanks to carpenters and cereals has finally lost their cognitive skills. A treasure troupe for the casting team of RTL II, a horror for me. I really don't rub around in literary hits, don't spit in the glass and I'm pretty pain-free about Sprinkles- but what is too much is too much. The alternative program: The lounging or emphasizes new “szenelocations”. In flattering reddish lobster light or discrete candle lighting, the media or advertising man with the cool black spectacle frame leads his Hugo or his wine to his mouth, while in the background the undisputed Café-del-Mar-CD runs in continuous loop. Prices are shocking, but of course this is not important to keep the plague away. If you want to find out about the latest models of apple outside the closing times and is ready to laugh for a small beer almost 3 Euronen-bitte very. So, again, it's devastating in Schnöselsdorf-Flingers. But stop! There are still separate sheets for the normal person between pressure refueling and aperol scattering, between creative content and Hartz IV. For people in whose acquaintance no one is Schantall or Schackeline mix, but no one is Jules or Ante. My tip: The Schmalbauch. Previously a petty-bourgeois, mischievously decorated restaurant, which I did not appreciate in my first Flinger Years. Up to a beautiful day the logo with the fox fell in the eye at the entrance. This naturally signals to the connoisseur that a visit to this reservoir cannot be a blow into the water, at least in relation to beer technology. Not to test a fragrant point of support immediately after the sight would rightly lead to the withdrawal of Düsseldorf's city citizenship, so that one had to clean it naturally. In the spacious interior alone, the rustic seating reminds of the old times with a front and men's deck. The remaining interior is kept strictly in the fox colours black-red and at the same time modern and cozy. A look into the map shows that in the “Schmalbauch” you can not only pump the delicious fox, but also feed more or less opulent. The shop is in Greek hand and offers the usual range of gros and bifteki to lamb, but also carvings, a handful of fish dishes and seasonal stuff. The asparagus period is like the R-monate in shells. And now I almost tried everything. The pampered gourmet will certainly not get rid of the chair, but this is not the requirement. The portions are good, the prices are also it and the food is good and solid. M. E. excellent and a tip for the friend of marine animals, the Squid does not necessarily come to the plate as a gum ring in pastries: the Calamares seasoned with olive oil very tasty with fresh herbs, a real highlight! There is usually no need to waste great words about the operation; in the Schmalbauch is different. If you get his beer or food wordless in most shops of Moravian student helpers, you notice here that the operators are in the blood of gastronomy. Eternally wait for drinks? Actions à la “Lord, can we bring them something?” Unobtrusively relaxed, friendly service staff have everything in mind, the boss is not too fine to put himself by hand and a chat at the table, in the kitchen mum Wobbles with and Papa bumps with regular guests. You get regular guests here quickly because the arguments to try something else in the case of a pub disappear, the more often you in the Schmalbauch. I prefer to leave my crazy earned money where I am welcome as a guest and get an excellent beer with hand-resistant food! And so many residents see it because the store is usually sturdy. Accordingly, different music strings are not a topic here, because the noise scene is high in a gray house type, so that another sound is unnecessary. There's always live music. Football can of course be observed and in summer the so-called beer garden attracts. Of course, he cannot measure himself with the South German specimens. As usual in the city center, some tables, chairs and parasols were placed on a more or less lively street. Finally, the Schmalbauch outdoor terrace scores with a tree! Great! The fact that a spider has to be landed in the beer or a hay horse, I have to buy for this piece of garden feeling as well as the spöttisch-beredte Grinsen, who regularly reproduces the lips of my friend of swamps when I propose the "Schmalbauch-Biergarten". The audience is, as I said, mixed with all ages and not a little scenic. As far as you can see this on the basis of externalities or resolved discussions. Who's here to know people have bad cards. But what is not in place, but the fact that the Düsseldorfer usually always appears in the pack and does not speak with unknowns. They are not in Hamburg or Berlin. But for a relaxed evening with delicious food and drinks in an unbearable atmosphere, I don't know a better choice here in Flingern. And you can leave your Apple Insignia in your pocket."
Nordrhein-Westfalen
