"Kuffler ́s sea house has been one of our starting points for years when you are visiting in a dune. located in the middle of the English garden, you can enjoy simple beer garden dinner or high-quality kitchen right at the little lake, most preferably outside at sunset. also this year the small parking space is driven (which, despite the barrier and cost obligation, does not belong to the restaurant, here deserves a third with it, and if it is the city of a little bit. and crosswise through the lightly stinged restaurant on the large terrace, to the sea. reservation for ubiers, small moment! the screaming blue migrated fatzke from the reception trembles energetically before us and presents with the grandezza of a court-ceremony master the only table that hides behind a monstrous eibe and draws us so sun, view and atmosphere. a different table? looking look about six other tables are just like our ones and marked as reserved no, unfortunately nothing free. So something more energetic: we don't like it here, then we go ahead. confrontation, swollen neck muscles and die on both sides. that the service comes in the form of the competent service, which does not want to lose its customers and can accommodate us at a smaller but perfectly advertised place in their area. decoying leaving the blue fatzke. in the aperitif, the head-naders gradually slip. the menu reveals all the breadth bajuwarischer and international cuisine, from the shiny carving with bratkartoffel to the lobster in a mussel sauce to something. after our visit to the white sausage period, everything is difficult. but there, the scampi with kartoffel insert can be sure to get with an salat and then these crustacean days with cold lobster, riesengarnel and kaviar that fits today! to make a pitiful riesling, you can't do anything wrong. you don't, Kuffler's already. four scampi claim to be laborious against three small leaves salat, the dark brot ordered to do so probably didn't want to go into the broth basket. the lobster was vintage, you should engrave the catch date in the panzer. the carcasses in the sheer had frostburn. also the sprouts had a longer ripening time in the cool shelves behind them and also tasted like that. in the caviar, you can't do much wrong, but the part of the fishermen to the brine should be smashed in favor of the eggs. on the side table are just two us tourists excluded. on the suggestion of the fluent English speaking waiter, a complete spatula plate is sold and immediately afterwards the large portion carvings with bratkartoffeln. for everyone! that's how you eat in Germany! so weep into the right and the sunset. that's going to be here."
Veal Liver
