"we are with friends in the youthful and cultural center second home in Höhr-Grenzhausen to the cabaret. jundula deubel presents with berliner snuck her program running away what to do when it slows down. with a bright sunshine we worked until the last minute in our garden and drive hungry. the program should end at 22.10 o'clock, the magen is loud and reasonable. up to our favorites after cölbing, from whose tuffle noodles I dream during the presentation, jundula, they want to forgive me. it's too far. our friends know, but where we get something to eat in Höhr-Grenzhausen for this time. in pino. there they are more common and also correspondingly known. we will be welcomed by the cook shortly before we have arrived four more visitors of the cabaret. where you can eat something else in the province. there's a star for it. the waiter comes with the card, my man decides for the pizza cook and order a small salad, I choose the salad with lachsfilet strip. brot with crimpbutter is quickly brought, even our drinks come flott. also our food doesn't let us wait too long. first come two pizzas, then the waiter comes up with my salad on the table and calls me from about two meters distance: vinegar oil, yoghurt or? I don't understand that acoustically, even the question is not clear to me at first moment, I am used to the salat coming out of the kitchen or they ask me before the dressing. When I see something irritated, the question is repeated a little louder and I understand edgy oil and immediately say yes. then a thin flares is spread over my salad by a salad buffet, which we did not fall into the eye with a big suffalo before. in the meantime the fourth court, noodles, arrived. the little salate for my man does not appear and after I have inspected my salate, I will understand that it is guaranteed for my man enough. my salat, which is to be booked with 9 euro, consists of eisberg, eisberg, eisbergsalat, and so sweetly coarsely broken and distributed on the teller as never worse. over ice cold, like deep frozen möhrenraspel, some white thick beans, much dosenmais and about half tomat and 3 slices. to the rande completely dry lachsfilet. I let my friend try, comment: very dry. the salmon I eat, the hunger drives it in, then some carrots, mais, bonmix and that was it. also my man has no lust for such an salad. for that he sacrifices a piece of his pizza cook, which tastes very delicious, so I do not starve. also my friend gives me a piece. for brot and butter and the tasteless pizza there is the second star. tja, that was it too, because the waiter who dreams the table is still almost untouched counter with correspondingly placed cutlery and asks me: if our friends had not been there, I would not have been so tired, then I would have said something again, but so the desire for my bed was not so bad. in the restaurant da vicari in kölbingen would even have been the tussi in the service sturdy and would immediately have asked if nothing were in order and at the latest if this teller had arrived in the kitchen, giuseppe would have made himself on the way to the restaurant to hear why the teller is still so full. but the case is in kölbingen actually only if they have overestimated their volume and simply not everything in. I can only recommend to the chef of pino to spend an evening in kölbingen and to check how a good salad and a great dressur are made with an excellent edgy balsimico. I never had an iceberg lettuce there, for it juicy fish fillets, leaf and vegetables salad, rucola and lolo rosso etc. and many fresh crumbs. after our espresso comes the chef undisputed with a tablet with four masala. I want to, however, because I still have to drive and in the cabaret a glass champagne has not drunk any alcohol. this is not an alcohol, that is vitamine that is offered to me, and the fourth glass then remains demonstratiw on the table, so that one of the three other two holds. in kölbingen is asked about eating when they want to drink something and leave the decision for everyone. the cook asks me if I want to drink something else. So it's enough that it's okay. for the third star. then comes the bill and the first sight of my man is the little salad he ordered but not received. the salat is on the bill and my man is enlightened that they have to put the salat on the buffet themselves. yes, but of course it must be said! Of course we don't have to pay him. our final conclusion: looking at the home well with the certainty the next day, are cooked by giuseppe, so we will do it again the next time. at pino we will not master, the quality does not correspond to our specifications and not to the price level. the service leaves too much to wish if from the direction of the salatbuffet the call sounds that I would like to have while staying in the other direction and not know what is going on. or if they order a small salad and don't know that they have to put it on the buffet themselves, our friends weren't coming to order, they would have known. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ the spaghetti were not really al dente, but totally boiled and her salate, well, we don't have to talk about it. I'm getting angry. next time we go to dinner, we go to her Italian.__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________"
