Topaz Service Gmbh Co. Kg

"there are evenings that stay in a long night. in the adverse times when we live, social experiences have become true rarities. the pandemic has been firmly in our hands for months and restricts our lives. When the opportunity arises to leave behind for a few hours the high incidence values, the continuous self-tests and the other corona rules, then this is a true blessing. It is even more happy to share this time with a sympathetic fellow, whom you have not seen for a long time. this happened on a Saturday evening february, when I had agreed to a culinary “veter evening” with borgi, my good palate-cumple. the place of the spatia we already laid down weeks before. the topaz, bremen's first brasserie at the square, was just good enough for that. I wanted to go to topaz for a long time. at the time when the French bistro style was still residing locally in the long road in the city of Bremer, I strolled past it several times and even looked in for a short time. but it never came to visit. due fratelli, canowa, fine 1783 and last Grashoff’s bistro were the names of the genus stamp, which he had been dignified by the localmatador, into which he had led me so far. the expert GG’ler did well because some of the mentioned taste institutions are now history and I am glad that I could still get to know them. So now the topaz, which is now located in fesenfeld, a tranquil residential district in the eastern suburb near the eastern gate. passable return addresses it has in this part bremens some. the visit of the “Little Local” not far from the topaz is still outstanding. about the tasteful interior of the topaz, our crèche scenic has already left out in detail. I recommend the furiose reset review of the herrn borgfelder from the august last year. Welcome to the South of France...when fesenfeld about a well-lit threshold we enter the outdoors very welcomingly acting eckimmobilie. outside in front of the topaz tore. the grandseigneur hurried in front to introduce the provincial from the pfalz with the obligatory portion of large-scale metropolitan motto at the munters service chief nina hinrichsen. this resistance to the rough charm of the Hanetic secretly casually loose art and wise as it only to do the brewed “Femme du Nord”. she could handle the augence-winning humor of the slemmerschelm at an eye level. you seem to know here that a good portion of impact strength paired with strength in this sort gasses as well as always fertilizes. After in-depth examination of the vaccine formalities, we were assigned a circular bistrotically with comfortably padded bar stools. the site is an excellent place between the softporno aesthetic cocktail cave, which under the aegis of drink expert ibo (ibrahim aly stand and the warm lamps appeared to the cinn, behind the lisa state and fynn fabian jointly operated the open kitchen. view of the open kitchen, where lisa state has just arrived soon, the “carved” surface of our table filled with the first drinks from the wood of various wine-growings. borgi had given our mundschenk ibo free hand in pieces apéro. no mistake as soon to turn out. because this cried us a little later an aromatic bleeding negroni (12 euro . mentally the evening started. his “Bittersweet Symphony” – to say it with the words of richard ashcroft (the verve – turned out to be a veritable “door opener” and also solved the last hand brakes in the subsequent ordering processes. for the blood orange booster contained therein was, by the way, schnapsdrossel florian faude of the imperial chair, which had produced the 42% destillat from Sicilian fruits. no high-percent small spirit that refined our “Pre Dinner Cocktail”; at the same time, we also came to the aperitif. in non-minor aesthetic crystal glasses sprinkled classic bubber water from bad pyrmont (0.75l for 6.50 euro . but water should not play the main role this evening... then we were able to see the possible feed options that were divided into three areas in the clearly designed map: starters, main dishes and small things to weep. in this respect we chose not from the map, but one of the bottles he brought directly to the table. the first decision was allowed to make the guest from the pfalz. why not test one of the most complex and intense sauvignon blancs in Germany (according to weinhandel belvini, anm. on primary boquette and leaving? I had never tried the “Baer” of oliver zeter from new town haardt. pfalz wine for the start of the sauvignon blanc, titled as hommage to its great-grandfather, in the used 500l toneau as well as in the concrete a developed sauvignon blanc from the year 2014 – with a total of 48.50 euros, by the way, calculated extremely fair – could well develop its fine minerality after sufficient air contact. on the back bottle label were the conceptual “sandstone – dedication – time” as in wee chiseled read. with them not only the climber from the south Palatinate, but also the white wine zombie from the weser could identify at least in swallows after some time. our motto of the evening delivered the wine label. before we returned to the long-awaited, common genus culture and fed us once across the Topaz’s feed program, we were filled with fluffy ciabatta brot with edible butter. a simple, but very excellent start to the evening food intake. fluffy ciabatta bread and butter the first buds came to a culinary one-groove. in olive oil fried pimientos de padron (5,50 euro pimientos de padron, and a – thanks to chili sausages – pleasantly sharp miniatur hot dog (3,70 euro formed the start. miniatur hot dog not let me tell the fact that these first tasty bites were flanked by fried sprinklers in foamed chili butter (to 4,60 euro each). riesengarnele in foamed chili butter that was consistently tasty finger food and made besides a proper amount of fun also really appetit on more. and more was on this evening also sea. after our second order wave, I had this in the form of a fish soup à la topaz (9,50 euro fragrant in front of me. fischsuppe à la topaz as a bisque, just a little less concentrated, slumbered the meeresterrine with plenty of fish fillets and river crabs in the deep of the teller. her slightly sweetish jodige aroma had the use of cooked fish carcass or crust shells suspected. my “Compañero del mar” was not at least enthusiastic about his buttery sauce grilled, in ring cut sepia (16.50 euro thronte on nutty belugalinsen and smelled on top subtle to anis. grilled sepia on beluga lenses on pernod sauce due to it was a generously dimensioned beniper mounted butter in the sum, this gave a wonderfully savory aromatic bistro plate of the southern French art. the Sicilian blood orange (13,50 euro – had we not taken it before in liquid form? – was divided brotherly. Sicilian blood orange as carpaccio something pecorino (5 euro we had ordered additiw to it. pecorino for blood orange he delivered mouth-filling spices, but would also have been unnecessary, as with light soy sauce, crunchy fennel strips, picky red tweezers, green chili and a little fennel green refined blood orange carpaccio would not have needed any umami thrust to fully play its aromatic trumps. again the blood orange in detail a court that, thanks to adequately present spices, did not drift into the acidic uniform environment, but with demanding acidity and more sharply present his components were emptied. a teller with character, which now also made our papillen unequivocally clear that this would not be an evening for warm showers. meanwhile, the “Baer” had gone out, which animated the bordeaux fields next to me to open another bouteille. we stayed true to the sauvignon blanc and let us taste a bottle of chateau doisy daëne sec 2016 (66 euro). we had a real fun maker in the glass, which with its aromatic nase and the latent salty length did not represent the worst entry drug into the white bordeaux. a white Bordeaux...why not? my partner in dine had already ordered a sashimi teller (21.50 euro). sashimi as between these with numerous, beautifully greasy salmon and deep red, acrazed thun-fish taps, we stuck together with pleasure between the edible sticks. soy sauce, inlaid ingwer and wasabi knet formed the classic beiwerk. the butter-species raw fish prezioses are slenderly on the bottom and that the white wine from the departement gironde made an excellent figure, not really surprised. who now thinks that with it the well-conceived Gaumenorgie found a bad ending, is deceived. enough of the culinary prelude. hand-resistant heads were now the command of the hour. the nice heart to my right could actually serve a white carving with a gurkensalat (21 euro). crispy carpet made of calf already the sight of the calf carpet surrounded by souffed souffed panad made it really appetit. the as usual in the cut of such a perfectly worn panier piece, with the correct dosis pfeffer and salt, you will not get better in the hamburg carved “Tschebull” carving. the pracht as my main dish fell out a bit more lush than planned. I had decided for the fried skrei with famos fried kartoffel puree and spinat (27.50 euro) and noticed after the first happen that the consumption of this steadfast portion would not become a self-runner. fried rice with potato puree and spinat, and that was truly not the protagonist. the winter tow jau was perfectly advised – comme il faut. his delicately flaky meat was covered by a crispy skin and dotted with subtle fatness. the silky puree countered the courageously seasoned spinach with fine garlic notes. a light yogurt senfsauce was added to this. a self-consistent brasserie dish, which was brought cleanly to the ceramic by the kitchen crew. “Sleeping Specht” seemed impressed by the magnificent volume of the Palatinate and emptied panic his last glass of white wine. but we didn't sit on the dry for long. inspired by various (already exfoliated bottles of the legendary luddite shiraz from South Africa, which decorated behind us the shelf, was demanded after a demi bouteille of the vintage 2018 (45,50 euro). half bottle for the shiraz sheriff the perfide plan of the schampus schlawiner went up. instead of taking his masculine side and taking a nasty swallow from this fruity elegant “super South African”, the common foam rat prefers to approve half a bottle andré clouet grande reserve champagner (0,375l to 45 euro). watt mött, dat moett! you don't just say to those who are. schampus for the schamanen, it is known that it opens into the North Sea, which can even be ordered as a dessert in the topaz. borgi knew this dessert from earlier times and in fact the meticulously arranged patisserie artwork visually reminded me of my deichspaziergangs on the wurster North Sea coast a few days before. our coast desserts between a slick (with sepiatinte coloured limes, foliage (to little “asts” tempered chocolate, greeded (with sea salted milk foam and stones (honeycomb from honey, which was treated with sugar, glucose and natron, the niche of the salty edgy bogeese. North Sea meets topaz would have put a table fan to this teller on the side, the upland sea breeze would have been perfect and would have unleashed us true möwen screams of enthusiasm. instead we enjoyed the last (in German! culinary statement of the sympathetic cuisine tandem in a Swiss night. Although no alcohol needed to loosen our tongues, it certainly intensified the talks and our table. yes, after so long time you had to tell a whole lot and also the emsige ibo and the charming nina contributed with their facing style to never get bored. too later an hour – of course we held the position until the last time – sat lisa and fynn with us on the table and touched on it in all the successful evenings with us. a big thank you goes to the complete topaz crew, who made an excellent job and who was noticed at any time that they love what they do. I rarely felt so fast at a first visit as with you! that colleagues pichlfelder and I then still in the “Field” in the herderstraße with various cocktails made the late evening to the early morning, came for none of us any more. we really enjoyed this long-awaited meeting in “full” draws and as long as it was. borgi would like to thank you for this evening, from which I have eaten for a long time – especially naturally when writing this “small” ode to hedonism. but you also had the much greater thirst...; and so I would like to close with the words of the estimated lyricer carl zuckmayer, who brings our feeling at leaving the place quite well to the point: “What an adorable game: to high firm readout bites sweetness, and what lust: to be rich and filled with the toes. ‘"