Dei Sogni
➤ Wieslauftalstraße 54, 73614 Schorndorf (Haubersbronn) , Baden-Württemberg, Germany
Seafood, Italian, Salads, Pizza, Pasta
"In Kappersbronn there was the Il Punto, which I praised here and found excellent. In a follow-up visit, it suddenly called Il Tinello. At the request of the change of the pawns, reference was made to the age-related task of the precursor. Although I don't know if the ultimate task of the post-fologer name Il Tinello was age-related. But I can also imagine a quality-related task. Because it wasn't so beautiful. I told you. The house is called Dei Sogni. I noticed that rather random, and that was of course an interest for me again. Of course, always in the hope that it can be almost as much as the predecessor Il Punto again. And it happened when my dear wife and I visited a new house again. Although somehow not new, but new Smutje. And what you found on the net doesn't sound bad. We have always found a parking space around the house this Sunday night. Outside or at the entrance there was an ice salon and then “only” the counterspace. The actual guest room was locked. We have not understood that and also questions of the views of the countermen produced nix. Only in the counter space there was a two table and otherwise in the rear area a terrace. What you had to do outside. Strange, but overwhelmed, as we felt, we still pushed this into the past coronary period. Although, somehow strange, it was after. There was also a large poster called “Flegga” (sweet for spots, village). Anyway, we went around the house and looked at the terrace. Ringsum glazed, it was possible to “chicken” well on the lightly luminous but sunny day. Well, now we're here, we just returned to our fate. The tables were a bit “otherwise” and otherwise exposed and decorated. But the chairs were comfortable. The cards came immediately from Thekenmann and otherwise you could hear the ride in the kitchen their windows on the backyard or terrace went out. And it smells good. The house seems to rely almost exclusively on holistic and delivery services. And they seemed very good to run. Could we keep looking at and off a truck. In the further course, we have the delivery messengers much more frequently than the counters and otherwise what the waiters have. On the next occasion we ordered a certain and a cola, each 0.4l to each Zwuffy. The Cola should follow another one later (if we finally managed to successfully apply the order). My wife was after the ton of Riga (plus garlic as I ordered) until 9. And it was also for me after a pizza diavola (also with garlic). Before a salad for us together (8,80), whose name was so interchangeable that I'm never aware. The salad came after a pleasant time and “natural” without additional dish. After several calls through the kitchen window, this brought another smutje. And yes, the salad was not bad. It's over. Surprise! But it would also be fatal to provide services. Nice and fresh he liked very much! The dressing also liked. The included pizza rolls were still nice warm and good. Something hard, but because of the separate wort it is really interesting. The pizza messenger came and continued and continued and... The waiter picked up our main foods at some point. The Rigatoni were extremely denied. They can understand that because they were probably not cooked for “via” and continue cooking due to the hot cream sauce. But on site it was already intensely bite-resistant. In principle, however, they were good and cost my wife well with the cream sauce. Well, if you think about the Gargrad a little further. But basically, they totally spoiled it. Could have been more delicious. The pizza had a lot of aroma and spice. She had real muscles. But I'm afraid it's the cover. After three days, the dough was also partly as an overhauled supermarket bread. The soil had so far fit out of consistency, but also there it was slightly leathery. The suspicion of the pizza form pushed and a view under the leather sofa confirmed this. The edge was between the chairs. Not quite luscious, but if he were at least cheated. Here neither fish nor meat. When we had the stomach and the muzzle full, we asked for the bill. And of course it took time to reach someone. Mr Thekenmeister brought a handwritten note. We asked for a correct ticket and then came a commercially available entrance, also hand-filled, with company stamp. We then gave us a lot of satisfaction due to our unlust. It may be that the operation is not long enough (I mean, there is a one-year period) to have to run a proper cash register, but I have a little faith alone. I am confident that this house is right and many others are not right. But basically I don't care. Perhaps in the near future there is my fourth assessment of the same house and the next Smutje. But perhaps not because I have recommended a small and fine bourgeois economy in Haubersbronn. Maybe we visited her better. But this is another issue."
