Schützenhaus Cafe
➤ Wankbahnstraße 1, 82467, Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany
Coffee And Cake, Bavarian, Italian, German
"a great article was published in the timeline that the house of the shelter has finally opened again. after seven years of thorn sleep it was also time! and the owners have taken the right coal in the hand, 750,000 euros in the sanation or renovation, and Croatian pächter, who, besides the balkan dressed, should of course also offer bayers. no wonder where schatzl and I go to dinner tonight. on the access road to the wankbahn is the protection house on the left in the hiking park of the philosophenweg. there we started the car and climbed the few steps to the entrance next to the terrace. I like it here that a ramp was thought for children or wheelchairs. the device of the long-drawn dining room I would call in the broadest sense as a modern, trimmed country house style, with a design floor with wood look. they enter this locally on the narrow side and opposite, on the other end, the theke is, besides the toilets and another stüberl. on the side of the terrace a huge window front. a bisserl has preserved the space its railway character. about the early time of the clock – 18 h – was little loose, and we sat directly on a rectangular. the menus are already on the table, so we had time to look inward until the waiter discovered us, who dept from our surprise as a washing machine Italian. we already ordered a soot of 0.5 l. € 3,30 – it is given from ettal and bitburger beer and a specific 0.5 l. € 3 and then we were looking for something to eat. twice the bark force broth filet suppe € 3, there they can notice the croats, otherwise there are pfancake suppe, shelter house panderl; pork fillet with champnrahmin saucer, cheer 50 much, tastefully for me unfortunately a pure fall. the broth didn't taste homemade and let the pancake strips were completely soaking: well, that's good, and then the salad came, although I still spooned on the suppe. besides carrots, radians, leaf sours and some soft tomats there were also uncut glass panes, sprouts and swirls; yogurtdressing was tasteless inconspicuous. I was happy scattered over the salt. the cerebral gulasch came as desired without champignons, the late zle grateful in a separate bowl. the soße looked very dark, but turned out to be very tasty and strong. the flesh was penetrated in the truest sense of the word. a few pieces were broken in the mouth, so tender they were, others were so hard that they could hardly chew. the late zle – known as butterspetle – had not seen a butter alone a pan, but came fresh from the water pot. well drained, but completely tasteless. again the salt spatter was my best friend. I give 3 stars to eat, because schatzl was very satisfied with his clinke, which consisted of loud fresh ingredients. but he also suspected that the chef was not in love. the portions were quite large, so we left one dessert. Instead there was an espresso 2, which was of solid quality. for the sympathetic, communicative waiter I give 4 stars, his colleague on the other side of the gas room seemed to me more unpleasant. even though I realized that this was the chief, because he had prepared a table as an office next to the counter. So, for example, new guests went into the room, went through them completely until they stood before him, only then he kept it necessary to stand up. seems not very hospitable, and then it would have been heard to look past the occupied tables and to welcome the guests. Conclusion: I will come back and give the shelter a second chance, today the kitchen has not convinced me. it attracts the homemade imiserschmarrn, which I will enjoy after a hike."
