Zum Wildschütz

Here you can eat very well wild dishes, as the name suggests! It tastes great here! The service is very attentive! The restaurant is original and you feel comfortable, also the beer garden is cozy and welcoming designed!

Bavarian cuisine from Feinstein. Very good food. Love this restaurant.

A very good restaurant in the heart of Garmisch. The food was very good. Although it was really full we got a nice place at a big table. Pre-ordering is sensible.

An excellent restaurant where you are served very well and where the food tastes very well. A very good price-performance ratio. Very recommended if you like the Bavarian cuisine or also wild. The staff is top, even on New Year's Eve in the highest hustle and bustle, we were served very friendly. This is not a matter of course for German restaurants.

As far as my culinary delights are concerned during our annual summer freshness in Garmisch Partenkirschen, which is almost “traditional” after seven repetitions, they always follow the same dramaturgy. On the first evening it is usually necessary to satisfy the white blue plate desires, the “Bräustüberl” near the Loisach was for years always the “consumer space” of the first choice. Unfortunately, now among new growers, it has not been in the approach for two years what it was, at least concerning the Bavarian host house classic – the pancake soup, for example I'll cry after today. And so my scavenger reviews of this house explain themselves to GastroGuide, when I overfloged them this morning I became very humble around my heart. If the palate and soul then have temporarily seen enough krach-skinned brass music cuisine, then the Mediterranean personality's share of my culinary identity railway breaks again and I am, for example, talking about pasta, pizza, pesce e carne with a shattered measure Aglio in the baggage, because I do not keep ten days of knödelfestspiele in contrast to my constant accompaniment, but what it could not practice without problems. And so I always migrate spontaneously and impulsively through the dynamic gastronomy landscape in and around Garmisch Partenkirchen, I am always looking forward to new discoveries that we often make together with our dear local friends when we go to dinner together, the reunion with them makes a large part of the annual anticipation for us. The last evening with them before our departure can be, but surely must not be a special gastronomic light, we had certainly already gastronomically quite uplifted “departure experiences”, but also found our happiness at the down-to-earth Italian or a traditional host house, depending on what the meaning was. I have already mentioned that last year we had almost undamaged luck with the weather, and on the day before our 2022 farewell Peter was holding us with sunshine and pleasant temperatures. What in turn is the proven farewell shopping round, among other things in an estimated, well-sorted local wine Feinkost Handel along with day-to-day arrival in the already-deserved Ristorante “da Nico” in Farchant (which made with the beautiful view a very relaxed pleasure. In the late afternoon, I even had the opportunity to promote my athletic constitution in the Alpspitzbad near our beloved family hotel Kleinod. Apparently and powerfully, I drew trains around the railway, soon several spectators lined the outdoor pool, young ladies gave me admiring views, muscular, trained men of the same age cohorts nodded in my direction as I dynamically escaped the water – admitted no uninhabited, yet no unwilling situation at my meanwhile advanced age. Converse representation: one of my WG's supervisors just reminded me of taking my medicines, and to reflect on the subject of “transition with truths” that has been discussed so often. I should like to admit that 60 minutes of pseudo breast swimming in slow motion, dominated by Rumplanschen and extended “Dead Man With Mountain View Units” of an still slightly adipous, pale NRW Touris in colorful swim shorts, have nothing to do with athletics, grace and sporty aesthetics, and the “awesome” looks of the young ladies were probably thrown in the other direction. Truths? A big word. Just a very bad person of this supervisor. Too bad. At the place of action As it may be, the day made hungry and it seemed at the time to finally erase a white spot on our Garmischer Traditionslokal map: a visit to the wilderness stood up, as almost everything in Garmisch is easy to reach on foot, it lies not far from Marienplatz and the pedestrian zone in a quiet side street. As the Bräustüberl mentioned at the time, one has dedicated himself to the Upper Bavarian hostage Klassik and regional naturality, as well as some wild dishes such as homemade Wild Bratwürste e.g. Time-spiritual accents on the map are more isolated, but a successful Pulled Pork Burger should later in the evening make the native original at the table – we were of course four with our friends here – still very happy. The reason for not having visited the wilderman yet despite his good leviary is very simple: the place is simply so popular that it is almost impossible to get a table here spontaneously, in the evening a chapel often plays lively Bavarian music (at least my impression of the last years, the shop brummes. The house cannot complain about a lack of positive response, while the first two “wards” mentioned here do not tell me anything, but in fact the public reviews on the relevant portals speak a clear language: We arrived at around 7 p.m., first crossed the cozy, typical, prallly filled guest room dominated by much dark wood, were greeted by friendly ladies in the Dirndl and accompanied to our table. With a bit of luck we could reserve a beer garden behind the house, which is about 70 people, which was very welcomed by everyone in view of the weather. First wishes for drinks were expressed and soon there was a very heated wheat from Hacker Pschorr (the 0.5l to 4.70€ and a Johannisbeer Schorle (the 0.5l to 4.20€ before us). Fair prices given the popularity and tourist relevance of the place. But it is not always high season, and it is important not to lose sight of local guests, a mistake that many have already paid dearly. We ordered the food and, as I loved the tempting dessert, I did not want the expected portion sizes to be an appetizer in wise foresight and should have done it well, because what would have happened to even starved mountain hikers. After a consistently pleasant waiting period with cool beer and good mood, our three dishes were served at the same time, the mentioned Garmischer friend with his Pulled Pork Burger only later came to this. Main dishes Schweinshaxe – 20,50€ Oxngulasch (on request as a small portion – 16,20€ Mixed salad – 6,50€ Last night, finally in the wilderness, it had to crash in the sense of word with a view of the hoped crust, a virtuous pigshaxe should be it, with a good dark sauce. It was the by far the largest pigshaxe that was presented to me throughout my life. When I was kindly smiling the plate before me, I had to look out how the emoji used with the surprised, torn eyes was told. I just murmured easily “Thank you, but is that a haxe of pig or elephant? What a trumm!” what the side table and the waitress really enjoyed, but they assured me that this is not unusual here. Let's go! The crust crumbled appetizingly when I wore her with the sharp saw knife, she was resch, but could easily be cut, not stone-hard or leathery, more perfect you can't prepare such a thing, you could see, smell and taste the experience of countless decades. The meat consistently delicate and of very good taste, the relation of regional suppliers also seems to be noticeable on the palate. In addition, a dark, slightly mounted, strong jus with a light cumin note, who chased a fairy-tale over his back at the first bite, this basic honor that many pots and pans of the southern German host houses still live in, here it was to taste in pure form: large inn cinema, as I love it divinely. In fact, the supplements were only a minor thing, the Rotk... uh, the Blaukraut was gottlob not connotated Christmas, but rather very classic with laurel, carnation and a pleasant balance of sweetness and acidity. The only hauchzart point of criticism were some pale roasted potatoes, which would have liked to turn a round in the pan for my taste as Maillard disciples. Tastefully, however, they were at the height, aromatic bacon, spring leach and the caraway obligatory in Bavaria provided a familiar, here expected picture. Where the spirits are deposited on roast potatoes, I still like those from fresh potatoes, not precooked. But you ask five people and get seven opinions, that was okay. Magnificent. As I climbed happily I crispy in front of me, enjoyed the delicious hip gold in full, occasionally a cool sip hacker Pschorr helped “on days like this” the soundtrack could have been for this moment, but I thought to the first line of the Bavarian national anthem: “God with you, you land of Bavaria.” I have tried really honestly and it is contrary to animal products or Let meat go back. But there was really nothing left, and a third of the haxe went back, so at home I wouldn't have been ashamed to let the rest of me pack in and look forward to a nice lunch the next day, which is naturally difficult in a hotel room. Madame loves dishes and ordered a small portion of a classic beef goulash with semmelknödel and a mixed salad. Oxngulasch Minimalst framed it seemed to be and was praised in the highest tones, butterfly it had been and the sauce a high pleasure, the plate was fed with joy. Fresh and varied was the side salad to look at, head salad, green beans, red herb salad, corn, carrot salad, for them exactly the refreshing, solid, good-bourgeois salad plate she had hoped for. Our Garmischer girlfriend and Gastro Kennerin also has a weakness for long shots on the plate, at least with absolute certainty when it comes from the local wild. Her deer goulash, along with accompanying, homemade dumplings, should be the third, also very successful dish and was also fed with great satisfaction to his earthly destiny. If you look at the photo, you can certainly see that this satisfaction did not come from about as I mean. Hirschgulasch Very fine, but I still had something to do, diet plans should not be hot in Upper Bavaria... Dessert Zwetschgenknödel – 8,50€ Marillenknödel, Kaiserschmarrn, Palatschinken etc. pp. ach, I love the flour foods of the Alpine area although I really am not a dessert person. But the MUST be simple, the pure sin: fluffy dumplings, in which I still waved, whether it was a pot or potato dough, but rather believe in the latter. The two chicks filled with aromatic sponge bathed in warm vanilla sauce their consistency and tasteful impression even with the greatest effort, but I don't want to fix myself, but I don't want to think that it was delicious. Because a few more calories seemed to be missing, up to still warm nut butter and powder sugar and finished was a dessert that was playing in every way what I had promised her before. Not particularly filigree – which certainly no one expects here, I don’t even cook out yet visually nice: the wide plate flags decorated fresh apples and orange slices as well as oranges and cranberry “confiture”. The orchard was a welcome little fresh accent against the neighboring, sinful teig sweet “Wonne Pool” in the middle. The lukewarm August evening later rewarded us with a star-clear sky and for this area even after sunset rather untypical mild temperatures. Together we went back to the hotel, after three wheat, I was in a slightly dissolved Waldemar Hartmann basic mood and for the first time the pain of farewell was significantly reduced. The next day it should not go back to Solingen for a seven to ten hour hike, but there was still a stipp sight in the Palatinate and Alsace where the GastroGuide friends Marco and Oparazzo were to meet. Unfortunately, I cannot report on the joint evening at the Alte Mühle in Lauterbourg for “limiting” reasons what we were allowed to enjoy on this memorable evening, I have immortalized here in the meantime: [here link] Conclusion The kitchen filled everything I had hoped for. A half star draw for the slightly sweet roast potatoes yields 4.5 stars for extremely recommended Bavarian hostage tradition with heart and hand. I have experienced the service as always friendly, even in the “thickest hustle and bustle” and, in the tone, exactly the right mix of the ground-based inn of tonality and yet communicating that one sees itself as a well-maintained cooking restaurant without giving up a depositioned folk house for tourists. Five stars because I don't know what to expect in such a setting. I see the ambience at four stars and thus the schoolnote “good”. It is well-maintained and comfortable but always full of views, because of the location there are of course no one, with the pretty place itself already a nice scenery. I see price performance with slightly rounded 4.5 stars, for this quality in terms of products and craftsmanship absolutely fair and appropriate. Since I do not calculate the overall score strictly mathematically, but I always have a small free space here, I am there with feeling 4.6 stars and thus at 4.5 and I think that the overall package is good and fair. When I wrote this today, I would rather have put myself directly in the car and would only have liked to travel south. And if there is only one that was similar to reading, everything has already been rewarded, food is also longing and emotion, and if it is “only” a divine pigshax that could awaken memory or anticipation. P.S. A warm thank you to the Garmischer Translations Büro „Obacht! Upper Bavarian Translation Services”, for prompt help concerning the title. :