Wang-su - Menu

"Experience gastronomy... what a strange world or even: Long with Wang Su! My husband and I drove us to the back corners of Lübeck to get the Golocal database on the latest photo. In the midst of the deepest commercial area, we suddenly discovered an imposing new building in front of which large elephants stood. The word showcooking on the facade attracted my husband's attention, and as we are very curious, we decided to make a visit there soon. A few days later it was so far: on a Friday afternoon around approx. 3 o'clock we entered the spacious restaurant, were immediately greeted nicely and led to a table. We didn't need menus because a gigantic buffet lured, cheap in price because only happy hour (10.90 per person). While my husband took the first walk, I looked out and listened well. Some guests were present, but the place was still very busy because it is very large. For this, the landscape produced a lot: dishwashed butterflies mixed with panflötengedudel from the finest, eager waiter coughed back and forth, water pelletscher from the in-house stream mediated idyll, various fish strolled there near the handle, but of course they were not allowed to touch what a cough note told the attentive guest. On the table a box with clips that is needed for showcooking: you choose raw food, attach one of the clips to the plate and then give it to the cook that starts from it some (hopefully delicious, comes to composition). My husband returned cheerfully with a plate full of sushi and I was allowed to go hunting. First I got an overview. Finally, there was an indication of every table that you should only take as much as you really eat. Basically very welcome, because thrown food really makes no sense. I liked a salad for the beginning, moved by a few sushi. But when I stood at the vault with my plate and took the leaves under the magnifying glass, the appetite for salad went away: white leaves crawl sadly in the bowls and did not want to please me at all. So raw food. I took Wacker after the spoon that stuck in the turbulent carrots. When lifting it, a small scrap of fruit flies rose... Needless to mention that the carrots have now also been contaminated by me. Then not healthy vitamins, but proteins. In silence, I was hoping not to spoil my stomach with an old animal. But it is not possible to think too intense about it when it eats, so I decided to only trust that only the salad came unfresh. My plate was full of fried vegetables, Wan Tans, spring rolls and sushi, when I returned to our table, where my lover was waiting for me with food. He praised the delicious sushi filled with avocado and acidic cucumber. Better than fish, I thought there was nothing wrong with it. My spider didn't taste special, rather faded, but not really hot. Luckily there were different sauces with which I could miss the thick dough slumbers a little piquant spice. Second gear, now I was allowed to go first. Armed with one of the clamps, I went to raw materials. I left seafood. Nothing poisons as sustainably as a beautiful bowl that did not see the water too long. So kangaroo, sugar-selected, soy sauces, broccoli and a piquant sauce in a small extra dish. I missed this mixture to the cook who told me I'd serve the dish at the table. That went fast, so my husband could go right through. He returned with various warm treats. My kangaroo plate was brought, and what I had joined together tasted very good (and was especially hot, unlike the buffet butters). Used dishes were conscientious and flew, we liked that. Nothing is more unpleasant than sitting in front of a stack of plates. Otherwise, the staff was constantly busy keeping the buffet and replacing consumables immediately. We also liked this very much, although this has raised the urgent question why the salad could then be in such a state... Fresh pineapple and fried, this time banana, apple and milk, all in thick dough, moderately warm and moderately delicious. My banana pieces had all dark places, but no matter what, it's just fruit. My husband took a bowl full of wobble pudding, ice cream and vanilla pudding, and then it ended, it no longer fits a tiny little crumb in us. We paid and exposed the panflute torture, which in the end became a real burden. In the parking lot we rubbed our overcrowded bells and found unanimously that we enjoyed better buffets. Conclusion: Many things are not automatically good!"