"Once there's no one, you say. Or just too much. Since 1984, the pancake house in the Calenberger Neustadt has already been pfann tastisches and already at the entrance to the restaurant it is easily believed that the pancake house has already been lifted out of baptism in the 80s. At least in the last nearly thirty years interior design and furniture seem to have hardly been renewed. The guest takes place on well-worn benches between a collection of models, Ramsch and Trödel. In addition, the smoker room separated by an open passage flows unhindered into the guest room after cold ashes, where it is allowed to mix with the frying grease aroma from the semi-open kitchen, only to deposit on the cutlery that is kept open on each table in small baskets. This may be practically meant, hygienic it is not in view of the fact that every guest has to grasp the basket with his more or less unclean hands. Now one can stand for such things as one wants, even find them original. At least the food would be useful. If a trivial dish like a pancake is now a problem, you think. But that's still happening. Only the first inventory in terms of menu woke my habit. Imagine the menu of a good-bourgeois restaurant of the 80s and think about the standard dishes just a pancake as a basis. Well, that may be a matter of taste, but pancakes with brown cabbage and bregenwurst sound very astonishing to me. In the absence of a larger selection for vegetarians, I chose the pancake Tuscany the obligatory infallible tomato mozzarella variant. With a proud 8,90 €, the pancake made the spaghetti Aglio e Olio hot competition, which is commonly known as the court with the highest profit margin. A price that would have been justified from my point of view only if a) excellent ingredients were used or b) the portions would have been luxuriant. But neither the one, nor the other, met the fried fladen, which was finally served me. Although from the category degreasy, an almost unpleasant sweetness dominated the pancakes, which may have come from the balsamic cream. Pancake and mozzarella, on the other hand, had no taste of their own. Also tasteless was the coating of the Green Minna, the pancake of my accompaniment. Cheapest sheep cheese immitate without any taste and abundant foliage spinach. Hungry I even tried on the sad salad dress from some leaves iceberg salad and a tomato slice, which tastefully did nothing to the pancake. For me an absolute disappointment."
