Zwickel - Saarbrücken

For more than two years, it has been here since the last visit to Zwick, so time for another visit. She should have taken place last November when my wife had her all-month maiden night; but gray, dear friend, is all theory. On the way to the foot-and-walking trolls, I had come on a very badly illuminated but biestig smooth staircase and fell into the word of true importance on the hair: lobes, wounds on the forehead, cramps on both hands, the classic spectacle hematom and bleeding like a pig. Worse than personal damage were the damage to glasses; two expensive lenses were due. Simba was brave and was as good as possible; the offer of our daughter to drive me to the hospital was rejected (naturally heroically; for medical reasons there were two or three dollars and two beers. And neither dinner nor television, but bed rest. Well, today it was ready again; Girls Night of my wife and Simba Gassi goes under optimal conditions: it is still daylight, the stairs are now known for me and smooth at 28° not to fear. progress; I came back and forth. Ambience: Before placing the guest, today rather outside, is a stop for disinfecting the hands and waiting for placement by the service. This, a middle-aged gentleman (where are only jewellery and in every respect fleeting service students can be abandoned while I walk around like a Brazman in the area, a lot of time before he devotes himself to me at some point. That he resembles Hungarian bodies Viktor Orbán on his face doesn't make him leaner. He also runs like a mate on which the horses were torn; it is only missing that he slept with the **** the numerous flies and while running. But at some point I'm on a table and get the Corona leaf and the pen and the menu in the hand. À propos Zweiertische: the prescribed minimum distance from one and half a meter is obviously not so narrow here, in several rows to three two tables the distances from table to table are certainly not more than 40 50 cm. I'm just staying because the two other two tables in my row are not occupied or are only occupied when I've already paid and I'm just ready. If the order office would make a visit here, either every third two table would get out or the whole beer garden would be sealed. For ambience and service I can not give more than two stars best. For this, the cleanliness range gets five stars; here is sprayed and wiped that it is a true shine. But now the main theme, food and drink: On the homepage of Zwick I had seen in advance that it shells in several types of preparation; I was particularly interested in the Moules à la Grandmère with Speck, Champignons, crême fraiche and Lauch for EUR 13.90. It should be mentioned that my own grandma never prepared shells in her life; Miescups only ate the French inmates in Speyer, otherwise they (the shells were only scratched by the ship shells and were nothing but literally misused waste. I myself have my first shells (Moules et Frites as Aachen's first semester near Belgium with pleasure, from the second semester then regularly during the entire study period in my residence Vals (NL in the mussel period). This has also taken place during my long Lower Rhine period and continues in my new home, the small Saarland near the border. The wine map at Zwick is very clear with a total of eight wines (4 whites, rosé and 3 reds;) it would have attracted me to the Riesling Urgestein by Markus Molitor from Bernkastel Kues (0.2l EUR 7.00). But then I decided for a Christmas quilhan white beer (0,5l EUR 4,00). Unfortunately there was only one bottle beer, but still tasted. Very well the shells tasted like the grandmother; a really interesting combination. The bacon and the shells perfectly matched to each other, the cloth is already included in the classic variant and the crême fraiche, also known from other preparation variants, has no further disruption. But what the imaginary grandmother wants with the addition of champions has not come to me; they gave me nothing really positive. There was a delicious white bread; for a supplement of 4,00 EUR would have been potatoes. Since my wife's burned bread potatoes were still alive from the last visit, I forgot. What I would like to see on the table would have been a finger shell or at least a refreshing cloth to clean the fingers after the mussel flour (so Simba was allowed to lay the mask and tap the toilet for hand washing. Kloth for the guest is obviously not considered necessary here, as little as toothpick for picking up green olives, which were served in advance as kitchen sweets. Comment from the gallop of the year at the request of the guests at a more distant table: The stuff will only fly around here after that; We don't do that anymore. However, not recommended for imitation. If the white beer had been fresh, I would have given four and a half stars for food and drink; in this way there are well-meaned four, and I look beyond the missing finger cleaning devices. Conclusion: On the Zwick HP is the tip of the question Already gud gess? (For not Saarland: Have you eaten well? . I can fully answer this question after today's visit. Nevertheless, in my overall assessment there are only very close to three stars (I say again ambience or ambience). Service and by the next visit it can take two years again. In the night of the next girl I prefer to go to our Italian or Gasthaus Hierl, both more on foot than the branches and more pleasant overall.

For more than two years, it has been here since the last visit to Zwick, so time for another visit. She should have taken place last November when my wife had her all-month maiden night; but gray, dear friend, is all theory. On the way to the foot-and-walking trolls, I had come on a very badly illuminated but biestig smooth staircase and fell into the word of true importance on the hair: lobes, wounds on the forehead, cramps on both hands, the classic spectacle hematom and bleeding like a pig. Worse than personal damage were the damage to glasses; two expensive lenses were due. Simba was brave and was as good as possible; the offer of our daughter to drive me to the hospital was rejected (naturally heroically; for medical reasons there were two or three dollars and two beers. And neither dinner nor television, but bed rest. Well, today it was ready again; Girls Night of my wife and Simba Gassi goes under optimal conditions: it is still daylight, the stairs are now known for me and smooth at 28° not to fear. progress; I came back and forth. Ambience: Before placing the guest, today rather outside, is a stop for disinfecting the hands and waiting for placement by the service. This, a middle-aged gentleman (where are only jewellery and in every respect fleeting service students can be abandoned while I walk around like a Brazman in the area, a lot of time before he devotes himself to me at some point. That he resembles Hungarian bodies Viktor Orbán on his face doesn't make him leaner. He also runs like a mate on which the horses were torn; it is only missing that he slept with the **** the numerous flies and while running. But at some point I'm on a table and get the Corona leaf and the pen and the menu in the hand. À propos Zweiertische: the prescribed minimum distance from one and half a meter is obviously not so narrow here, in several rows to three two tables the distances from table to table are certainly not more than 40 50 cm. I'm just staying because the two other two tables in my row are not occupied or are only occupied when I've already paid and I'm just ready. If the order office would make a visit here, either every third two table would get out or the whole beer garden would be sealed. For ambience and service I can not give more than two stars best. For this, the cleanliness range gets five stars; here is sprayed and wiped that it is a true shine. But now the main theme, food and drink: On the homepage of Zwick I had seen in advance that it shells in several types of preparation; I was particularly interested in the Moules à la Grandmère with Speck, Champignons, crême fraiche and Lauch for EUR 13.90. It should be mentioned that my own grandma never prepared shells in her life; Miescups only ate the French inmates in Speyer, otherwise they (the shells were only scratched by the ship shells and were nothing but literally misused waste. I myself have my first shells (Moules et Frites as Aachen's first semester near Belgium with pleasure, from the second semester then regularly during the entire study period in my residence Vals (NL in the mussel period). This has also taken place during my long Lower Rhine period and continues in my new home, the small Saarland near the border. The wine map at Zwick is very clear with a total of eight wines (4 whites, rosé and 3 reds;) it would have attracted me to the Riesling Urgestein by Markus Molitor from Bernkastel Kues (0.2l EUR 7.00). But then I decided for a Christmas quilhan white beer (0,5l EUR 4,00). Unfortunately there was only one bottle beer, but still tasted. Very well the shells tasted like the grandmother; a really interesting combination. The bacon and the shells perfectly matched to each other, the cloth is already included in the classic variant and the crême fraiche, also known from other preparation variants, has no further disruption. But what the imaginary grandmother wants with the addition of champions has not come to me; they gave me nothing really positive. There was a delicious white bread; for a supplement of 4,00 EUR would have been potatoes. Since my wife's burned bread potatoes were still alive from the last visit, I forgot. What I would like to see on the table would have been a finger shell or at least a refreshing cloth to clean the fingers after the mussel flour (so Simba was allowed to lay the mask and tap the toilet for hand washing. Kloth for the guest is obviously not considered necessary here, as little as toothpick for picking up green olives, which were served in advance as kitchen sweets. Comment from the gallop of the year at the request of the guests at a more distant table: The stuff will only fly around here after that; We don't do that anymore. However, not recommended for imitation. If the white beer had been fresh, I would have given four and a half stars for food and drink; in this way there are well-meaned four, and I look beyond the missing finger cleaning devices. Conclusion: On the Zwick HP is the tip of the question Already gud gess? (For not Saarland: Have you eaten well? . I can fully answer this question after today's visit. Nevertheless, in my overall assessment there are only very close to three stars (I say again ambience or ambience). Service and by the next visit it can take two years again. In the night of the next girl I prefer to go to our Italian or Gasthaus Hierl, both more on foot than the branches and more pleasant overall.