Tum Stüürmann - Carta

"We had booked an arrangement for this hotel: two nights with breakfast and two dinners as a three-course menu. The hotelier with his numerous tattoos could already be seen in the documents on this arrangement. He then appeared in November in a show about Büsumer Hotels on N3, presented as “the oldest of the young Büsumer hoteliers”. On our arrival, the boss was not in the house, we were kindly received by his representative, who was also plentiful. To presume: The entire staff, as we got to see it, was more or less plentiful tattooed and partly wore some grams of steel on the face. They were all very friendly and accommodating, the “you” was program to all guests. The very young operation, which was completely unknown to me until then and which could have been my granddaughter without problems, was already a little necessary for me. All employees of the house were dressed with a uniform t-shirt that showed the logo of the house: but now for the culinary part. On the first evening we had reserved for the second shift around 19:30, which was not really necessary in view of the low number of tourists in Büsum at that time. An operation pointed us to the table and then brought us a one-laminated card from which we could choose the promised three courses. Then she asked about our drinks. Madame ordered a mineral water medium (0.25l for 2.30 € , I ordered a large Pils (wood 0.4l for 3.70 € . At the appetizers we agreed quickly, it should be the small salad. At the main course, Madame chose to fried “Rotbarsch in cheese egg shell, with spaghetti, tomato sauce and parmesan”. I had chosen the “Matje’s housewife with apple-drumbs and roast potatoes” quite quickly. Unity prevailed again at dessert, it should be the “red hat with cream”. After just a few minutes waiting time, the operation then brought two bowls with salad, which did not deserve the name “small”. The salad was already significantly medium-sized, consisted of various leaf salads, tomato halves and a bunch of rocket on top, the whole decorated with a self-stirred cocktail sauce. Very fresh and very delicate, a beautiful entrance. Soon after the empty salad bowls had been cleared, a young waiter brought the plates with the main dishes. At Madame, a large presentation writer, in whose deepening there was a proper portion of spaghetti with tomato sauce, there were two pieces of fish in egg shell. They weren't very small, too, and they were crowned by a harlot, apparently freshly raised parmesan. I got a flat plate that was roughly trimmed from the structure with two beautiful matjesfilets, a good portion of frying potatoes and the apple-sweepered cut, the “housewife sauce”. She was really good, she can't do better, and she's already known in Kiel. The roast potatoes had all at least small roasted areas and were well prepared with bacon and onions. And finally the Matjesfilets – a poem, tender like Marzipan, something better I did not get in the harbour snack in Maasholm. Madame was also very satisfied. Although the fish was no longer glazed, but light years far from “deadly”, it tasted excellent with the egg shell (I was allowed to try as usual. Actually we were already tired, but now the Red Grütze came in a bowl with enormous capacity, on top of it a not small Klecks cream – very tasty and a large portion, the Grütze obviously made himself, we were really good at the end. For the second evening we had ordered the table in the first shift at 18:00. When we entered the place at 5 minutes after 18:00, a number of tables were already occupied, we went into the space two steps deeper. The card was the same as on the eve, but it crawled out another cook in the kitchen. The salads fell a little smaller than the previous night, but they were just as good. Madame chose as the main course “Seelachsfilet auf gestoven Weißkohl mit Drillingen”, but I had no desire for the grooved white cabbage or for the spaghetti to the Rotbarsch. So I chose the simple “carving with pommes”. Two pieces of grounded fish fillet lay on the plate, which was then placed before Madame, four potatoes in shell, of which at least one had by no means the size of a twisting. In addition, a bunch of white cabbage, in which the proportion of flour sweat was pleasantly retained. On my plate a half was taken by a bunch of French fries, along with a hand-sized carving, which was also not flattened, with a lemon carving on top. The fries were fresh, hot and crispy, the scavenger good finger-dick, tender and juicy and with just detaching breakdown. Easy, but good. Madame was less satisfied. Cabbage and potatoes were good and tasty, but the fish had spent much too long in the frying pan and was therefore very firm, just past the consistency of a shoe sole. This was also communicated to the operator when he came to the table to clear the plates and asked them if everything was fine. She then promised to let the kitchen know. Then the next note to the other cook came in the kitchen: The cream on the Grütze were significantly smaller than the previous day, but the Grütze itself was very good again. After all, the operation came to the table and offered us a schnapps or espresso as a compensation for the unsurpassed fish. Conclusion, even after looking at the plates at the neighboring tables, where a la carte was eaten: In Stüürmann, a basically very good, bourgeois cuisine is cultivated, without surprises, but distinctly tasty and with portions to become saturated."