"Let's be honest: While in many big cities there is a lively, eclectic gastro scene, young gastronomics go and dare interesting new paths – and a lively, often student-like scene usually also thanks them if you have something to offer – it is not easy in the downhills of the Bergisches Landes to provide themselves with some sort of variety during the day. Due to the new building in which our department is normally located at the headquarters, I currently work in Ron Wuppertalsdorf. A district with its own, to some extent village, small town structure with a small centre; there are also specialist shops, “real” butchers and bakers instead of unspeakable cheap chains and of course also one or other gastronomic offer. In the latter, however, it is called “Bonjour tristesse”, but unfortunately only in the sense of word, the Côte d’Azur from the Sagan’s bestseller had, without doubt, to offer at any time more than the Wuppertaler Randbezirk. Unfortunately, here too, the well-balanced, triste mix of dönerbuden, pizzerias, comparatively rar sown Take Away Asians and old-baked pubs with corresponding lunch table – sometimes among the latter there are real pearls, but here on site I have not discovered yet. Thanks to my dear new colleagues, who brought me closer to the environment of my new office in some dayly exploration marches, I quickly had a good overview of the foot-and-mouth options to be reached. The “Dimitra 2” was thought to have a pleasant “here many go in the middle of the day, he has a nice lunch card with small portions!” the building was encircling “genretypical”, enormously promising barbecue odours in 2000 meters and the writer of these lines spontaneously packed basal delight: “Go to hell, hipster bento places! The outdoor image of the place could not be cliché-laden, deputy for thousands of other Greek barbecue temples you log in a maximally unattractive, inconspicuous 60's multi-family house and the outdoor advertising would not necessarily be "precious" even at a snack bar near the station. During my first visit, I had to intuitively trace the entrance of the restaurant, because it is on the back side of the building I find a small sign on the street front could not hurt here. the rear entrance After entering, I was very amused, because a well-being cowboy came to me in full order and my first thought was “OK, but the local Squaredance Association takes its thing very seriously...”. Only a moment later a Neandertal and a US cop showed up, I was slowly aware that this was not a shrill Wuppertal self-help group, but the carnival had now firm grips with the Rhineland: a four-tiered age was strengthened here before an upcoming carnival event and was just in the rupture when I entered the restaurant. The interior of the restaurant counteracts in a very pleasant way the cliché-laden exterior. First of all, I would like to emphasise how good the air is in the guest room, food odours are hardly perceptible and I think we all know how the wardrobe can smell after visiting a real “Old School Greeks”, even if you were only 20 nanoseconds on site. In addition, a tasteful interior design for such a restaurant comes with nice details such as the currently unavoidable Retro Edison light bulbs and a pleasant color concept with wood and leather elements. In the background, Easy Listening Jazz sounds from good boxes, the tables are equipped with nice wind lights and clean, very high-quality salt and pepper mills, I know not only in the “Eckgrieche” segment some locals that could and should cut off the one or other pane Moussaka. I was slightly perplexed and expected that I was told that I was in the lounge area, which can only be rented separately for events and that one leads me into a sticky guest room executed in the most beautiful Gelsenkirchener Kneipen Barock, where the Sirtaki from Alexis Sorbas cult film dudelts from cheap plastic boxes in continuous loop. Pappmaschee statues from the Greek mythology, on the walls with coarse brush, fabriated, stereotypical Mediterranean port scenes, with fishermen’s nets and the one or other amphores. After entering, you will be greeted by the boss in the white shirt and back-yellowed hair as cheerful as a beloved family member, who was lost in tragic circumstances years ago, on the way to the table you will be almost renamed by a meat-mining waiter and almost spilled under 30 kilos of Gyros.... “Hello good day, they are alone? Please look for a place where you want...” interrupted a friendly voice my grilled scent of dizzyed gastro daydreams, a young man in cultivated waiter Black White had discovered me and I was quite sure it was not a disguise. I took place on one of the comfortable, leather-covered high-resters and my view shimmered argwöhnisch through the room, still on the unsuccessful search for fishing nets, Poseidon statues and co. The well-maintained card has been handed over to answer the question of a first drink with the usual daily desire for a mineral water, promptly a well-cooled Gerolsteiner was transported to the table in the 0.25l gastro bottle and I could place my order. The map again reveals itself as a distinctly cliché-ladener than the guest room, all that this restaurant Genre has made so popular in this country is present, seasonal or even day offers are naturally usually found here in vain. In addition to the usual mixed meats Pommes rice Zaziki teuton plates the one or the other from the oven and of course also a fish section titled with the inevitable “from the sea”. The “sea tongue” offered there for 16 euros ... remained in memory and provided an amusing GG vision: I introduced our dear Doc Beermann, who had to appear here for dinner due to a lost bet. Not only that the champagne he wanted was not available for the aperitif, and he and his wife had to come out with a very well-cooled bottle of mumm: No, also the “soul tongue” presented to him was a threeth declaration of dizziness, which was acknowledged by him with a favorite 10 minutes of fire speech, in which, among others, the preliminary details of his naval tongue were taken. As my colleagues have already mentioned, there is also a lunch ticket, where prices between seven and nine euros will find small variants of dishes of the evening ticket. From this I chose the “Trikolore Teller” to 8,20 Euro: Gyros, Suflaki and Bifteki with tomato rice and Pommes Frites, and I asked for a stroke of Zaziki, which was noted with “very much my lord” and finally went down on the bill with a € 1.50 surcharge. After a few minutes, the side salad was served and this was positively different from the crowded bunch of herb salad, which is only too happy to be brought to the table in many of these houses. On the bottom a green salad of remarkable freshness, a few fine, halved rings of red onion, on the top fine sprinkled tubule, with an adequate amount of good vinegar oil dressing with herbs.I was very satisfied with this, the portion was ideally dimensioned and the pleasantly sour dressing should be accompanied later the main oily Although the restaurant was only visited sparsely, my Hellenic Trinity had a good quarter of an hour waiting for it, but it was quite obvious to like it. Trikolore Plate 8,20€ The grill strips had almost Cartoon character, so pronounced and accurate these were unusual, an ACME logo on the bottom of the grilled goods I was still looking for in vain. In addition, the nose also had reason to swarm, the whole fragranced just too ridiculously good, the meat slightly smokey crimson, the pommes smelled appetizingly after fresh fat, under these mouthwatering prospects I unpatiently freed the suflaki from his spit and – it happens to me JEDES time – reliably burned my fingers on hot stainless steel. And then it should also taste as good as it smelled and looked like: the suflaki tender and juicy, also the hearted with paprika, garlic and cumin spiced bifteki was far from being dusty and was a small high-genus along with the creamy, likewise well balanced Zaziki. Especially to mention is the Gyros, which was so excellent that I would like to show a photo of my second visit where you can see it a little better. Gyros Beauty Shot : At this Gyros just everything has been done. The meat quality was perfect, no grease, no tendons, the texture was outstanding. Also because each piece really had a wonderful dark brown roasting layer and it was cut off so carefully that each piece had the perfect ratio of meat and roasting layer. Even though I can't stand with the queer GG colleague Manowar quantitatively in terms of Greeks, I still like to go to this place at noon, positively occupied soul food with many childhood memories. And yet I have to think about when the last time I was able to swallow such a good gyro. Chapeau! The Pommes Frites were tastefully just to their good smell, hot and crispy, good taste, gladly eaten. This also applies to tomato rice, positively here in particular the natural taste impression, to taste tomatoes, vegetables, a hint of oregano. But no penetrant notes of grained broth or – even worse – Vegeta, the Balkans fundor, which you like to put in Yugoslavian locals in everything that doesn't look like dessert. The size of the portion was perfect, just the right amount to not fall into the coma after eating or to have to survive the afternoon with a purifying stomach. The friendly waiter asked during and after eating for my satisfaction, offered a coffee and inquired whether I thought the portion was sufficient during the lunch offer, which I liked to affirm. The payment happened this time in cash, I received a proper document that I naturally cheated, so much for verification this time... and was most kindly passed: here I was not the last time, so much was fixed. Conclusion Anyone who is looking for a good representative of his kind in this direction at acute cravings will not be disappointed here. Carefully and with fresh, good ingredients prepared dishes, friends of this kitchen will be satisfied with safety. I don't know what I could and would like to give five stars in the face of the claim and price of the one I have eaten. The ambience: outdoor pfui, indoor hui, behind the house there is also a small beer garden. I feel the guest room as really pleasant, the insulating glass shields the noise of the street very well, as the relaxing music, it may sound pathetic but it feels like a small oasis in the gray of the environment. For this four stars, the ugly house does not murmur the mood during the meal. Cleanliness perfectly, five stars. The service to the setting accordingly attentive, present and courtesy and has earned 4 stars Maybe you should have named the extra charge for the Zaziki when ordering, which I expected but I still find it more transparent for the guest. Where Starbucks considers the concealment of additional charges, which are subjugated by the customer, to be an integral part of his business model, and for this it is also very much loved – here we do not want to be petty. I feel the PLV good and with it at 4 stars, with the drink and the Zaziki I stayed at just under 12 euros, neither a gift nor a happy but a fair point landing for the bid. A very welcome lunch option, which I will surely perceive in the next few months even more of the more open!"
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