"A man's night was blown back. I made some suggestions with regard to the location, but hit resistance. The opinion tended clearly in the direction, nix fine . Since I knew evenings from the past, the fine started but ended rustic, I added to the majority. They quickly agreed on the rustic farmhouse Ewich at the rural edge of Wuppertal. It is located at the top of the Dönberg district, just a quarter of the town, but surrounded by meadows with cows and martinis) geese, which are just allowed to experience their last days. As we know, Saint Martin is not only divided into the cloak of St. Martin, but is also divided into a thousand-fold geese. Here in the Merkel Land, but much more in Poland. Well, we reached the rustic country house on a Friday night. The house was over 30% filled, we had reserved. The Maid service in no way rustic) greeted us with a refreshing Hello and led us to a table. For 5 people just nice. Some of us knew the house of frequent visits, because this gastronomy has existed here for many decades, with the current host for about 12 years. Newcomers who hit here are somewhat amazed at the atmosphere. Rustic decoration without end . One has the impression that here at some point an antique dealer has received the rustic order to sell a lot. For some, the nostalgia, for other Nippes, which one or other part even art or simply the cosiness of the Germans, is also called rustic. No matter how, we were not here to philosophize whether we are sitting here in a Bergisches Heimatmuseum or in a restaurant that hopefully will pamper us with Speis Trank. The refreshing service Maid brought the cards and asked for drinks directly. It was mostly Warsteiner) beer ordered, but also the dark Old Woodhouse beer. Only one colleague from the round drank wine, and later more. A look into the map and already the next surprise for guests who hit here for the first time. The card is partially written in Bergische Platt Dialekt), but with high-German subtitles. Samples or extracts of this rustic, volks-close and mountainic expression are to be dispensed with here, because this dialect is hardly understood in the near Düsseldorf. In addition, the esteemed GG colleague First has already written the one or other sample here in his evaluation. The menu can be summarized as follows: The same cuisine from the Bergisches Land such as fried blood sausage, herringstip or pancakes. But also the whole parade of the Rump and Filetsteaks. Schnitzel from Milan, Holstein and Austria. Fan groups from the Veggies camp will not find much suitable here. Even in the majority of salads offered, you can find bacon or fillet strips. If you still find vegans in the salad buffalo mozzarella, only the way to the meadow remains. And you can find them right next to the house. Various goose dishes and a wild goulash were offered as a special. What is slightly thin and very rustic is the appetizers. In addition to some sweets, only black bread with Mettwurst, Roastbeef with roast potatoes or also pellets with quark. Especially the women's world reaches a degree of saturation of over 60% in such powerful) appetizers quickly before eating the main dishes. As an appetizer, I chose the carpaccio from the smoked goose breast to 8.50 euros, then the 250 gr. Filetsteak with the classic of all sauces, the Sauce Bernaise at 30.50 euros. The other gentlemen at the table chose, for example, Gänsebrust with marons, the Rumpsteak Morocco etc. For these reasons, the appetizers were hard to do, some brave then decided for the Kottenbutter . In the meantime, our Maid service had already attentively and very flotted with drinks and served a greeting from the kitchen. Dark bread and a butter whose components were not quite clear. Something with paprika and other ingredients from the garden. So far okay, but without explosion. Only our wine-winner at the table said that the selection of wines is very clear and cannot meet certain requirements, especially since the map does not distinguish the wine offered. Well, he had to solve this problem for himself. In the Warsteiner we consumed, the origin was doubtless. In the meantime, there were other guests, but it wasn't full. Maybe it was Friday. The appetizers were served. A short look at the plates showed, clear portions are not served here. Although not an overcrowded plate, but tidy portions, the mined beet butter Mettwurst on black bread) would also have served a hungry horse carriage as a small main dish. Too much, however, the number of onion rings lying between the black bread and the thick Mettwurst slices. One of the gentlemen expressed it like this: Would you like to try how onion rings destroy the taste of a Mettwurst . The carpaccio I ordered from the smoked goose breast was a little less rustic. Very thin, as it is hardly thinner. Rounded with an excellent Walnutdressing class. Frankly, I wouldn't have trusted this rustic kitchen. Only the rim of the plate with greenware was superfluous. Why not only here in many restaurants some chefs have to deal with decorations on the edge of the plate or organize any Balsamico paintings? We were excited and only got on the edge that was served intensively on the neighboring tables. Our discussions were diverse, and the focus was also on the debate Hillary Clinton vs Donald Trump. I was still firmly convinced that this political horror clown with its yellow hair and the dead cat on the head, of course, is not chosen as the US president. But while I write these lines today on 09.11.2016, I am constantly being made aware that I have done a misjudgment of all the first goodness. From today's 11/9, hopefully no 9/11. Back to the culinary scene, because the thought of Trump is already triggering with appetite. I served a fillet steak as ordered medium. Add a salad, roast potatoes and over) plenty of sauce Bernaise. The meat was of good quality, the desired cooking point. Bratkartoffeln kross, rustic, tasty. And the Bernaise ? Thanks to heaven, not spilled over the flesh, and also not a bag product, but obviously freshly beaten up. Taking into account my Body Mass Index 25), half of the sauce would have been absolutely sufficient for me. So happy? The salad wasn't exactly the hit. Content and related to dressing rather boring. As a professional salad Ignorant, I could live well with it. The other gentlemen at the table praised the food they served throughout. Whether goose or steaks, you were satisfied. Here no one had expected an upscale kitchen with refines from Italy or France and also no culinary creations, but rather good German home cooking. But that's exactly what happened. Here the attempt is made to solve the quadrature of the circle. On the one hand, robust and rustic local dishes, but also steaks that meet slightly higher expectations. Nevertheless, one does not go to promise superior cuisine. One remains on the ground, even if on the map in the entry text a little is spoken of by an international cuisine. Why various gastronomics always strive to meet international demands. Does our cuisine in Germany not offer many creative dishes? The country house Ewig himself has this proof. It doesn't always have to be international. Some of us consumed to dessert still cinnamon brownies with a speculative cream and pancakes with apples or ice cream. Others jumped these calories to activate the Digestif department. This is a suggestion, expressly no criticism. The Digestif offer is diverse and of course international. However, if one expressly prescribes a regional cuisine at the courts, then one or other regional spirits from the environment should also be offered on the map. Conclusion: If not explicitly mentioned in the evaluation of the service, he acted flott, attentive and friendly. There are 4 stars. The same applies to food 4 stars. Personally, the ambience is a bit too rustic, something too much in the style of a village museum or a peasant room. For this reason, 3.5 stars, although in our men's round some mountainous guys look completely different. Here is rischtisch jemülich, so the heard O sound of some warsteiner, Old Woodhouse beer and raspberry spirit inhaler. The house advertises with the claim Welcome to us. We felt welcome. And in a few months back in the nice beer garden. Let's see what the horror clown has held in the USA by then."
