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Feedback gevenOn a roadster tour a few weeks ago my partner and I arrived at the Elbe at noon through the beautiful village Hitzacker. For the roadster we found a shaded parking lot in a public parking lot, right behind the Bistro Café Knigge. We looked at the cards that were on the table and actually wanted to go back, as only ice and drinks were noticed here. Our view came to an opening with the announcement of the lunch table. We had 13.45, enough time. On the small terrace on the street sat an older couple and ordered a fish dish. That was the key word for us. We wanted fish. We sit down to the neighboring table and let us take the menus. The Scottish smoked salmon was quickly chosen with potato roast and mustard dill cream. Beverages are a mineral water and a soft wheat. My partner had to go to the bathroom urgently. When she came back, she asked me to take her to the roof terrace. There would be much less traffic noise. I agreed. We told the waitress and raised. When the drinks came, I was disappointed for the first time. The wheat was 0.3 liters. I didn't see on the map. I had already been happy about the reasonable price. I would have looked better. The next hammer was the alleged Scottish smoke salmon. For us it looked like it was a very simple salmon fillet from the supermarket. The alleged mustard dill cream also appeared to us, like the sauce that is always in bags on the finished salmon. The Röstis came to us like ice cream from the pack. Offer such nausea as a lunch dish and also demand 8.90 euros. We ate food disgusting because the stomach is crooked. After we had paid, we still strolled through the beautiful place Hitzacker on the Elbe. We saw some more beautiful restaurants and annoyed to have just fallen into the first Bistro Café. Right at the parking lot where we hired our roadster, there was a houseboat on the river where you could eat. That would have been a place. As full as it was there, the food tasted there. Oh, I remember that the young waitress's clothes really don't fit a Bistro Café. A panties so tight that the po breaks out and a neckline so deep that you can look at the belly nabel. Such a clothing is worn in the disco, but not professional at the waiter.