"“Ristorante La Squadra...” “Hello *ICH* here, how long have you opened today?” “...?..” “I mean they open all the way?” “yes Sundays open all the way” “Ok, because with us it can become a bit later and I wanted to make sure” “Today Grillfest. With meat and fish” “Ok, but what else, like pizza or something else, is there, or?” “Yes” On my side, a telephone request that I wanted to explore whether there was the restaurant where we were with bad memories years ago, so still exists and whether the opening hours were still up to date. In retrospect and writing this review, I now question my instincts. I've been feeling a little bit fast this time, it was kind of different. Maybe it was due to the ordinary impression I had at the time. In principle, however, a high on the subsequent depreciation of the experience. It's worth remembering. And that even though I had set the text at that time on another portal and not stored locally to read it sometime. Basically, it was only as if: The restaurant is the club house of TSV Strumpflbach. More than enough parking is available in front of and next to the house. There is also a nice and spacious terrace and this time it was even decently shielded. Almost completely. The area was and is very beautiful and lasy. A small side valley of a wine-growing area with fruit trees lying in the valley. So the conditions were already good, because even the large area of Stuttgart with the densely populated Remstal is not far. However, it is far for engineically restricted fellow human beings. The steps from the parking lot and then in’s Ristorante are some of them. You can park up but still stay a few to climb. In order not to let the whole thing be fun for this group of people, the clean but some toilets that have come into the years are naturally back in the UG. We climbed the steps more or less light-footed and entered the main room in which just a young lady (daughter of the house? with earplugs and connected handicrafts made a few loose dance steps through the room before she first frightened us and then discovered laughing. We did not go to the basement for laughing and discussed a place for two people, which was offered for free choice on the large terrace. The terrace was, well, nice, kind of, or not. For this sunny and warm day she did what she should. Expedient is perhaps the better expression. But the umbrellas and the area made it pleasant. To explain something to my blurred writing: the tables were assembled in six and eighties. The tablecloths were plastic tarpaulins in... well... a bit exhausting color. For this, however, the basket braid chairs with their steel tube frames were very comfortable. The choice was then determined by a discussion between my loved ones and me. I wanted the sun my heart's favorite shadows. So we came to a table on the edge of which both could be satisfied. Watch the diplomat in me. A friendly waiter in a white shirt, jeans and sneakers from the Herzogenauracher Group, who had been eager at the beginning, brought us the cards and picked up the drinks. A specific demanded him in understanding. It was too much a scoral. A look into the maps then showed what you want via a finger point. But there was no scoral. Just bottles. Why? That was funny. So we just ordered a special (0.33 for 3. and a SP (0.75 for 5. and for me a crystal wheat (0.5 for 3.. Jo... It was possible to read out the food and beverages from the 4 adhesive transparent cases. At first, fish dishes were too late. All about the grill. There followed a few meat dishes also from the grill on 5 (in words FÜNF pizzas on the next page. No pasta! Salads were not listed. Sure it was barbecue. The “Fest” was about a Sunday afternoon. 15 a.m. not badly visited. I can't say what was before. But what I can say is that although the fish was in a styrofoam box and probably (or hopefully on ice, and occasionally overwhelmed by an employee (ice? water). The fish was exhibited and presented. Unfortunately not covered. So it wasn't my wife to order fish from the grill. It may have been quite appropriate to this extent, but only the open presentation of the raw fish in this weather and the corresponding outside temperature left them away. If you're kind of uncomfortable, you don't order that. However, this is not intended to represent an absolute value over the treatment of the grilled goods. Just free to Andy Möller: “from the feeling I had (k a good feeling). Not to rule out that everything was almost perfect. The fact that there was no pasta on the day or at the time was something acidic on my loved ones. Wasn't so compelling to expect. That there was no larger salad (exception: supplement salad was the next surprise. We like to eat a big salad before. “Today Grillfest” was not a big salad. Was the kitchen so inflexible or was there anything else in the argen? In the end, perhaps only a lack of personnel? We didn't know it would never find out. It was hot and a wheat beer should be inhaled (due to isotonic things and minerals and so on. Oh, the wheat glasses were free on the day... Perhaps that would have been the G point (that is, the point to go, but my instincts somehow abandoned me the day. Sure the heat! So I have ordered a pizza from me (even and from my loved ones). A pizza salami (10th for my littleness and with extra cheese and garlic desired. The devotion from the waiter: I put a good word in the kitchen for you (sensually, not literally, quoted me unfortunately only briefly. My GG wanted on her pizza tuna/drumbs (10th of course also garlic. Full moon stood in the following week and you can't build protection early enough; In the waiting period we looked around naturally. At a large table centrally in front of the grill sat a multi-headed ital. Apparently the host family, because the waiter (probably a son changed the money later at the Patrona at the table. Other tables (there were still two more occupied throughout, even only bottle-keeping. Once even the Unding PET bottle with apple choir. Even at the family table, plastic straps were seen. A table of greased edges on the glasses. We didn't pay attention to this, and we discovered some of them. Since neither my wife nor me (except for...; To use lip care, cream or even pencil, it was still too late. Otherwise, the waiter sat slightly off and looked for Pockemons on the terrace. So, of course, “ready to jump” did not make any sense. A salad delivered at another table did not necessarily make the impression of fresh leaf salads but rather of a raw food salad. If he had previously been in a container, we did not succeed. The pizzas came and looked good. Okay, that my wife would have worn a little color but the consistency was a really good one! Nicely raised edge and the ground solid but not hard to the middle. To this end, too thin. The latter, however, is slightly marginal for my taste. That's what it was. If one had simply passed tomatoes without adding spices, the taste would have been more intense. So it left only a weak memory of the German favorite fruit vegetables. I like to order salami as a covering, as this usually also brings a certain wort. But either it was Putensalami or I don't want to know. I had not experienced such reduced taste in a salami. Similar to the tuna. Actually, he had a heavy stand even against a sip of water. Anything missing? Oh, yeah, the garlic! We asked the waiter because we suspected he had been forgotten. A quick walk into the kitchen and a quick return with a small bowl brought lightning. The garlic in the peel could nix, cute, nada. I don't know about it, but I'd tap garlic granules. Unfortunately, I can't say that with certainty, but that's exactly how I would imagine. Gently without taste and muscles! It's not tasty. The cutlery went seamlessly into the show. Simple forks were accompanied by cheapest knives. These ones you got at the butcher as a free trination. The whole is accompanied by “normal” paper napkins. When cleaning up, which was supposedly done by a daughter of the house, who also made a face like 3 days of rain weather, was not inquired about finding. That deprived us of the decision truth or good weather and stress-free. I think we'd have chosen the latter. A point came then. The bill. The note was described and placed on the table. It is self-evident that a proper document has been requested. Oh, I have to ask, the answer was. Then there was a clean cash expression and Patrona probably had to squeeze a little more sales tax to the local Fiskus with the thought of friends than planned. Conclusion: Set with X, was probably nix. All that I suspect about the future of the house after this day would be legally acceptable and therefore I spare myself and you a personal assessment. Some things have been seen and experienced in other ways and the subsequent process can be associated with it. Only yet: the house never sees us. PS: I have to work on my instincts. Or better listen to them."
