Even during the meal I was annoyed that I would never be able to write adequately how bad it really was. Where to start? For the potatoes, perhaps. No, first the facts: had dinner with Al Minero, the tapas-shop with the Internet address arrogant spanish-bochum.de. As if this was a clear case of some kind: The Spaniards in Bochum is Al Minero. Not likely. In walking distance there are the tapas , Coco Loco and Una Mas . The Gaudi is probably unfortunately tight. All three deserved the title of a world more length. Why? Because they offer no tapas buffet of horror. Let's start with the potatoes: they were to have shriveled as ex-baked potatoes with kilometer-thick salt crust, sometimes less than half baked in a potato salad, which had already rejected in the 90 years each student apartment. And partly as a tortilla snack on toothpicks, straight from the market since the purchase in the United uninterrupted cold chain. Cold were the meat chunks in Tomatenpampe , the chicken in a kind of curry sauce (Indian?), Which disintegrated into a brown slush, indefinable and seafood - the tomato soup. My father and I puzzled briefly whether we are dealing here with a gazpacho . But the soup was then but too warm. For dessert there were two bags in kalkblinden-Vlas, plain glass bowls ready. When the waitress asked for our well being, I pointed to my father a short nod and he began. "Well, we're not really satisfied"
"not really satisfied," pointed me to
"It's all cold," said my father, "and also basically tasteless. I wonder also what you have to do a potato salad and stuffed eggs with tapas. This is more like 50's Germany. "
"but much too little economic miracle," I added, breaking up the situation a little.
The waitress smiled sheepishly and made strange humming and whistling.
"You know," explained my Father politely, "Your restaurant was recommended to me by my brother from Lübeck, he has the tapas buffet-day run here and the restaurant under a storm of enthusiasm and leave urgent again. He wanted to send everybody here. Does for me only a conclusion of:. The dining situation in Lübeck be desperate need And that reminds me. For his birthday, he invites you to Hamburg in a Currywurstbude who hires supposedly incredibly delicious and extremely innovative things with the sausage God forbid, that he as similar is wrong! The bill please. "
were happy as we are there: Sure, we would now be invited and submissive bows Apology the entire kitchen crew led from the store. But everything was incredibly different.
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