"we at the village festival have already eaten more often gulaschsuppe before the olsdorfer krug and were thrilled each time. However, we have already fallen into the gulaschsuppen phenomen in another local in bad, it should have been a lesson. but the very tempting card was eating well bourgeois and it smelled fine. So after the market day, we enjoyed a lunch here. appetizer: spall soup who knows the hollo bollo story of herrn rach, knows what I mean. for everyone else: the suppe had pudding consistency and was lukewarm. after all, pieces of fresh austerity were included. main dish: junior had a cream soup which had great similarity with the cream soup, but rather suppen consistency. taste was ok, nothing moving around the world I had ordered a bark rooster with red cabbage and carrots. the roulade was out to a partly very dark (which I actually like), but in these places you were chewed on the meat, as on the soles of the shoe. the inner life was in order and the only thing I found was eating. the kartoffels tasted as of the day before and were completely boiled. the red herb was not red, but brown, no warning how to get our mother-in-law cooked herb, that is never brown. It tasted much too sweet and as out of the glass. the sauce has when something is dripping from the sosskin, leave small crater (glutamate? flour? we don't know how to get that) and how tasted exactly. the cauliflower was ok there you can't make much wrong after cauliflower and jazz. no more, no less. we shared the kartoffels. ah yes, in the cauliflower sauce were still speck ham cubes, which is locally quite pretty, for that there is one star. the service looked like you were embarrassing the quality of eating. a real case for rach , because with fresh ingredients and freshly cooked, that would have become a really nicer lunch."
