"My dear wife opened a house on the net that we already knew, but somehow not. Short information: Here was the “Domenico”, the “La Rondine” and now the “Nostos meze and more”. The first two still exist, but now in other houses, and we had already made our maintenance in the old house. Nostas now fails as a third party in the state. Some time ago it happened to us that we fed with the Greeks, randomly, only by various ancestors and supplements, and then we really enjoyed it. So at least my shooting direction was almost predetermined here, as my beloved gyro lit on the map by absence. We had already called during the afternoon closing time and a friendly “guest clear, no problem” was shared in 17:30. It is often so that if you are so short, you should find yourself in time. It's usually something. Here too. The room is also quite spacious and it should usually find a place. However, the kitchen could make sure that this could become more and more difficult. But in return. We found ourselves almost immediately and we were offered after our choice by the service that had received us very friendly. However, only three of them were occupied at this early evening opening time. And one of them had it in themselves. We hardly sat on another table and gave a gentleman in my direction to understand that he might know me. “Sag’ times, are you not AndiHa?” I knew the face, but I probably wouldn't have come to him in a hundred years. It was a friend of youthful days or the time when we were still young adults. So about the 20 plus x. Oh, my God, what have we done? Of course we put together a table right away. Always with the secret request not to spread everything from the youth days here. After all, my wife was there. And it still knows me as a more or less reasonable husband and father. In short, it was a very nice, embarrassing and funny reunion. Many anecdotes were exchanged and refreshed and asked for the different routes. And the old buddy had grown a bath cap. Are we so old? The operation would have been so beautiful, but almost. The thirst and hunger wanted to be served. So we ordered a wheat beer (3.30 ), a special (2.80 and a mineral water (the three-quarters of litres to 4.80) to stretch the specific, because my wife is otherwise too sweet for the Colamixgedöns. The conversations continued, the drinks came and the dishes wanted to be selected. As already mentioned, the card did not include Gyros. So we started again with our appetizer favourites Pita (1,50 and Zaziki (3,90). At the same time, grilled peperoni (3,90 were discovered and Saganaki (4,30 is always on the table. The Pita came to the table quarters and was as good as possible. It was easy to marvel with herbs. The Zaziki was beautiful and had a trace of more garlic. But also here no misery and satisfaction with the eaters. The Saganaki was Saganaki. You must like the plucked sheep cheese. Otherwise you'll never be a friend of it. But otherwise it tastes the same almost everywhere. I like him and my wife too. Here he came with a lemon slice. I even liked that very well. He even won that. What fell back was the grilled Peperoni. These were not bad, but did not correspond to expectations. Instead of the hot peperoni in the garlic oil bath Peperoni came in Art Antipasti. Cold. We were hoping otherwise. A more attentive look into the menu could have prevented this dilemma. Paperoni was one of the “cold appetizers”. Look at the grocery store! Then our paths separated. So the cuisine of my wife and mine. I went to pet food and my wife wanted something hearty. She ordered something. According to the document probably Kotopoulo Skares (9,80 An exceptionally tasty and very delicate triggered chicken lobe with self-made pommes and wort salad. The Bulgursalat was pleasantly seasoned and was described by my dear Fau as very tasty. How the taste differs. I could be tortured. Never mind. Only the Pommes, although somehow quite different, also quite good, slightly weakened by their latent “leakness”. Nevertheless, my dear wife was thrilled. Very nice! After roasted cheese croquettes (4.30 and tomato juices (3.90). The cheese croquettes were okay. But they were nothing special about the taste. I could have saved it. But I didn't know yet. But the tomato juices, small chopped tomato slices with also small chopped onions and what else I white fried was already a pound. Extremely intense in taste they loved me very much. I didn't know yet. The evening was still nice and entertaining and we left the house with an Ouzo and with the intention to come back soon. And that happened a week later. That I immediately forgot to make pictures about the conversations was the least reason. This time we had opened up there in a short time and with a plan B in the back of the head we had just entered the door (like a Monnemer Permanenthungriger (the new AVON consultant always likes to describe). At this time (again shortly after the evening opening time, the house was completely empty. But this time too it should be nice until we left. We were welcomed again and this time no friend asked us to change the table of our choice. The starters have not changed. Zaziki and Pita were repeatedly searched at the table. Again the taste covered with the previously experienced. This time, besides Saganaki, Bugiurdi (4.30 ), which we had discovered only elsewhere not too long ago, should enrich the beginning. Again to remember: Bugiurdi is melted with tomatoes, peppers, onions garlic and “irgend” herbal mixture. This one also tasted quite good here, although he did not come as an ally as he experienced in another house. Instead of a strong liquid, the consistency was not even so large, but tastefully it was “to order again”. While my dear wife almost naturally took the Kotopuolo Skares again, I tried not only the tomato juices, which again tasted very delicious, in the Greek peasant sausage with green spicy pepper in tomato sauce (4.30). We didn't have them too long and found them really good. Here she was pretty lazy and relatively boring in taste. The Greek farmers in the Fellbacher area seemed to have more courage than these in Schorndorf. But the tomato juices were rage again! Once the tomatoes are ready in the local garden, this is cooked. The recipe was handed over by a Greek acquaintance to my wife the next day. And again we did not leave this house unsatisfied. The Ouzo did not miss. But it was welcome and not for goodbye. Only the rest: It's clean here. Without a mistake. The toilets are in the UG. The input region can also be input only via stages. But this is usually the case in an old town. What was very pleasant here: It was a good room between the tables. Conclusion: Good mezze kitchen and the rest can be something. Even my beloved Gyros. We haven't been there for the last time."
