"the restaurant from the guide michelin was known to us, the comments from the internet side of the gas house were also all promising so that we decided to spend there a nice Sunday afternoon with something more sophisticated oriented. Unfortunately, this visit to the house did not go beyond the first floor. after a glass of champagne, the field salad was brought, in which unfortunately a hair was already on the second fork. after complaint, I was brought a new teller without any objection, with the bacon stripes and croutons being so cold that - there you have to make little illusions - it was the original, now hair-free, salate. after about 3/4 of the portion, my man also pushed on a longer blonde hair. again we accused the teller, whereupon the appetizers were deleted from the bill. alarmed by the two sound, and also by the fact that the salat was noticeably cracked between the teeth, I ate more cautiously and found a lukewarm sticking in the sauce. that was really not acceptable anymore. After some time we decided to wait for the main course, first because we had no real alternative to go for food, and secondly because we were assured that it would be better. that we have gone then, has the following reason: the chief and the houseman came to us and said that these were difficult to understand: in the kitchen nobody has long hair and all wearing hair protection, while he was insanely scavenging on my brat. and finally I should show him in the perfectly swirled salat the lukeves he cannot find. a real impunity. so I do not have to treat myself in a good restaurant and a home garned with stars. we have gone - of course we had to pay for the glazing champagne and the barely broken bottle water over 15 euro. Too bad they need something like that."