Aachener Brauhaus/degraa Am Theater

"Christmas market tour through nowhere along with friends we had to go Christmas markets in nov we don't know yet. where our ladies have only agreed under the condition that a shopping tour will be carried out beforehand. but they agreed that they could sit down in time with the idea behind it. no matter where, no shopping at all. the weather was not only good, but ideal in winter. 3 grad plus, a bright blue sky, no clouds beautiful. the aachener inner city full, the Christmas market still full. 50 % of visitors came from nearby Belgium and Holland. such a mix of tourist, print users, glowing wine-destroyers and, of course, those who have flew in the 1,200-year-old dom, where the big in golden shrubs. on the afternoon went hungry and thirst wide. I have made it clear that I would not print hard stones for the saturation, no cinnamon, no Christmas market fish rolls, no sausages or even worse poffertjes would need. I also fought internally against the fight with glowing wine or aubergine (bäh etc). also the smell of anis bonbons loses its charm at any place. I longed for a simple pub with rustic eating where you need to sit comfortably and not stand 3 degrees plus. not only the men agreed, but also the women. the experience shopping with city bumblebees is only marginal. we had not informed ourselves about restaurants near the Christmas market, but at a printing stand we had recommended the brewhouse, a few hundred meters from the Christmas market. the first outer impression was not particularly convincing. 10 or more young ladies who had been with christmas (covered in red white) felt before the house. obviously cheap in 1, euro shop, made in pakistan. each of the girls had certainly inhaled some glowing wine, my mother saw a little pict. I gave the indication that friseusen, practical helpers and bakers have experienced such Christmas markets or similar. hasimausi looked very good at me. the façade of the brewhouse did not seem inviting, but we came, immediately I got three full hits. one on the eyes, because the rustiness of the 60s was unequivocal. then one on the ears, because the sound was neat. the third meets my nose, in the form of a strict smell for acid spice. Actually, I wanted to call our friends, please don't come here, but we were already crippled by a house worker. she stormed on us and formulated the detailed amount yes, please. Now we are forming to look visually neat. also we hardly let the impression that we want to use the toilets there for free as Christmas market visitors. in this sight I could not start much with this set. politely I asked for a table for 6 people. the answer came immediately: but only when they eat, only a drink is not possible. I confirm our desire to eat. that the damm said that further behind would be one or two tables free, where exactly there is no word. my opinion has been strengthened that this restaurant would not like to be visited. we still found a table, why we didn't leave the brewhouse right away. probably no lust to look for an alternative and get happy after 1.5 hours shopping, plus 1.5 hours city bus and sightseeing, finally enjoyable sitting and served some decent eating. the hope dies, as we know, last. it does not take long and a brewhouse appeared above. instead of asking for our desire, he wanted to find out if we were to eat something. my irritation threshold has been reached! nee I gave the answer, we just want to warm up briefly and back in 10 minutes. the statement showed effect, the young was irritated. before his snapshot started, I revealed the situation and asked about the cards. they came fast. the offer was extensive, as expected rustic. salate, suppen, various sausages, icy bones, haxe, carving, steaks, sour roast, matjes, fischfilet (without details of it fish etc). etc. estimated well 50 dishes. the (cooling storage chamber should have the extension of a (double) garage. update the offer. three well-known markers and a beer from aachen. the environment: nothing against raw, nothing against a brewhouse atmosphere, but here it would have to be enormously renovated. the house has on two flat estimated good 200 places. memories of canteens or youth hostels of the 60/70s came with me. reminding of the times as on the road still the 17 m or the opel admiral drove. nothing against nostalgia, but it is necessary to cultivate, and also the acidic smell! we had to blame ourselves and do so. Our expectations were now very low, but our laune was still excellent. the camps were served. neatly tapped, correct temperature, as created to finally shift the still existing glow wine taste. delicious! we had met our choice fast. for hasimausi schweinemedaillons (18, euro and for me a rumpsteak (20, euro) ordered our friends all over the map. the good brewhouse waiter became more and more friendly, he acted fott, although he had clearly good to do. the last bruted, the lard was appropriate, the acidic odor kept penetrant. the eat filled with glowing wine had not entered the house or failed at the entrance control. our food was served. not all 6 eat simultaneously, but a little stretched on 10 minutes. in such cases they will be welcome at the table: they will begin, otherwise it will be cold. since eating for hasimausi and me was served only at the end of the 10 minute time window, I had the opportunity to visually check the served feeds. what I'm lately is not visually convincing. hasimausi received her 3 black medailles. after 2 or 3 first skinned forks, my dear mother brought to the point. the meat was dry, the sack sauce very thin. the champignons certainly fresh someday, but that was a bit back. the croquettes came out of a great comfort bag. the salate was served by any culinary filling. the dressing originates from an industrial production point! enjoyable yes, but neither with fun in mouth nor with joy. now to my psteak. the flesh, well, visually so far in order. the point is reasonable, but not a convincing meat taste. the pepper sauce thin. in this context, the word resistance would be disgusting and the croquettes ? I would call it insulting. our friends didn't look much better. the coming from the undercut, over the kitchen has still to jump until the message: my carving has bathed for a very long time in a pampering panad. I guess everything was harmonious, including bratkartoffeln. we did it with humor. If we had been informed before or only had read the only critique available here, or at least had taken into account the various signals already taken into account, it would not have been possible. our expectations were so or so low. but even that was hardly fulfilled. we didn't miss it, and the baggage. we now moved to the very beautiful Christmas market at the dom and in front of the historic rat house. Conclusion: to eat 2 stars and for environment 1.5 stars. the service at the table deserves 4 stars, altogether but only a total of 2.5 stars, as the recipeist did not lack sensibility in bypass with guests. the total impression is well rated 2.5 stars. Finally, it should be noted that responsibility for the Christmas market has been very laborious. we experienced a quantity of lightness, an always sought-after service and a noticeable customer orientation. from which the brewhouse could learn a lot."