"The Schönbuchgemeinde Schönaich is not necessarily richly blessed with gastronomic offers. Only in the Bahnhofstrasse are a few localities close to each other, as if there were the advent of all craftsmen and foreign service workers looking for a lunch snack. After a doctor's visit to nearby Orthopaedics, our nerves and blood sugar levels are in the felt minus range. So a great opportunity to finally test Mo ́s dining room – which has been advertised for some time for its lunch table. The offers are still valid as soon as it turns out. Only the guests seem to stay out. Mo ́s dining room is located on the ground floor of an architecturally interesting complex with mixed use: at the bottom shops and locals, above it doctor's practices and apartments. We've been over the local name for a long time. Does Mo stand for the owner's mom? Open for Mondays? For the Swabian “Mole” male? We still don't know... Not quite wrong: Open Mondays. Because the dining room doesn't know a rest day. A happy circumstance, because we test the place just on a Monday. Since no light burns, no guests can see and the ambience looks very like Sleeping Beauty, we remain at the entrance for a slowing moment. However, a youthful service worker comes here very quickly, almost devotly and overly. Okay, too late for an inconspicuous retreat... The gastronomic offer dares a wide balancing act between American barbecue, prone fast food and food with a tasty and Mediterranean touch, without any specialization arising. The daily lunch table offers for cheap 8.80 euros including a small soft drink 0.2 liters) for example: oven potato with herbal sour cream and turkey strips cheese parrots with small salad Schnitzel Viennese type with pommes and salad vegetables with feta cheese turkey steak in cream sauce with late zle. We choose the cheese and the Wiener Schnitzel. A large soft drink of 0.4 liters each for a small surcharge of 1 Euro. Similar to the variety of foods, the interior is also visible, hanging somewhere between household resolution, Mudejar style and glittering clothes. We are intuitively squatting into the glitter corner and perceive with a pleasant swing that there are radiators under the wooden bench. Since the lighting has been saved, the heating is at least completely screwed up. Very pleasant on this cool Aprilday. Beverages immediately land on our table, food after hardly a quarter of an hour. First impression: powerful portions, nicely accumulated. The scavenger is thin but exuberant and covered by an impressive panade. The frits voluminous, more like potato corners. The presumably barely self-sustained cheeses are crowned with short-melted onion rings and accompanied by a salad deco of leaf salads, carrot strips and a tomato saucer. A pink cocktail sauce, which certainly makes itself good to the scampiss, but here more for a color cup. Both seem to be a successful mix of convenience tips and self-creation. If you get into the late evening, you won't get a gastronomic price. But the effort is obvious. Throughout the hour of our visit we are the only guests. The youthful service staff regularly administers and asks if it tastes us. Secretly we look at the ceiling and look for the hidden camera. Is this all just a sworn staging? The place just a copy object? Something seems lazy, but I don't care what? Maybe you should give the dining room a second chance. Next time I come back with my slightly rustic and hemd-sleeved friends. They may also have a local name resolution."
