"A railway was built here in 1891. From the valley of the Wupper, up to the Wupperberge at 325 meters high, to Cronenberg. On the one-lane track, until 1988, old cars were driving, which were particularly shimmering in the curves and reminiscent of the same-named dance (Samba). Therefore, the name Sambatrasse . Then the Deutsche Bahn stopped the route. Until it was opened again in 2007 as a hiking trail and cycle path. Fully 10 kilometres long, in parts led by forests (State Forest Burgholz, low slopes. That one should stay in the fresh air much and often in the spring, nothing speaks about it. A lot of fresh air can be breathed, for example, lying on the terrace or sitting in the beer garden, which I favor both. Now in my environment there are well-known people who believe that this fresh air supply has to be evolved. Hiking means for me freely translated, an elaborate and especially painful form of movement. Friends had spoken to us to hike again on the Sambatrasse. Even the word hiking triggers an intense inner defense. First, I managed to convince the circle of people not to run the entire route (10 km, but about half. And of course not up, but down the valley. So I had already decided the first hurdle for me to reduce the planned hike to a pleasant walk. Hasimausi once again calls me lazy. Now I can live with it, especially when you have successfully negotiated the short distance and still in the valley. The fact that we have to interrupt such violent marches in a gastronomic way is a matter of course. Thus we finally reached the station Burgholz at a decent 18 degrees and a sun cloud mix. There's no train left for 28 years in the middle of the forest. Quiet and good air without end, cars bad ad! Where the name railway station is very generous. Rather, it is a log cabin that is lonely in the middle of the forest. The ambience reminds of a mountain hut, in the Black Forest or in other forests. The facility is rustic. The red white plaid tablecloths and the chimney oven could also originate from the Musikantenstadl. Since last year there has even been cultivation, with an additional space. All of God is thanks to Hans Hinterseer's musical sprout or any Alpine sprouts from Kastelruth, which are often used in such gastronomic plants. Since the weather was quite neat, we placed outside the beer garden. This is where Bavaria feels very close. A sturdy brewery seating, you get together. With beer garden permanent seats, Dackel and Golden Retriever Mistresses, Extreme hikers, Walker with ski poles (For what do you need the 70-year-olds who were fully trained and supported by Power cyclists and E Bike? The audience is colorful, talky, nice, shared and thirsty. I guess there's a lot of people coming to dinner. Rather, this is paused and then neatly consumed food and drink. Also a beer garden and far away from Aunt Elfriedes Sundays excursion restaurant. Traditional and rustic does not necessarily mean antique. The gastronomic offer fits the ambience. For more or less 5, euros there are sausages, liver cheese, pancakes or herring tip. Anyone who invests a little more pays round 10, euros for pasta dishes and various carvings. If you are hungry, you can order a 300 gram hip steak for just 15, the grill plate or for just 16.90 euros. Not so suitable for an alpine hut are the various pizzas you can find on a pizza card. But obviously there are also grateful guests here in the forest. Fresh Jever or Hofbräuhaus beer. And, of course, for the friends of the wooden brewing culture, Sünner Kölsch and/or early Kölsch. The latter (Früh Kölsch, as is well known, is currently advertising on the occasion of the 2016 World Cup in France with the creative saying: Frank, the Kölsch is rich in me. Since we have not beaten up here for the first time, I have always been completely relaxed from the 1/2 hour march from the district Küllenhahn we knew the offer. We first ordered a wheat for Hasimausi and a crumb for me. The rest of our group are similar drinks. The generous omission of soft drinks such as water, cola etc. was uniform. For Hasimausi a pasta with ham and for me the classic: liver cheese with fried egg and roast potatoes. Our friends ordered similar, from carving to pizza. It should be noted to the service that the always acting boss always has everything in sight and a good saying on his lips for every guest. Unfortunately, his beer garden waiter is not so flotted. But this does not seem to interfere with the many regulars. The strength lies in peace. Anyone who thinks that the beer garden service should be pushed has already played. You go to the Almhütte to the counter and get your beer there. This too is normal, no one complains. And if, then with a humorous puzzlingness like, for example, did you still patch your pants while walking? Meanwhile, the sun had displaced most clouds, the time was going on in flight, with merchandise and conversations. The hiking breaks meal was served. Both simply but properly arranged. There's no food waiting here, here's eaten what comes on the table. Even the ham was completely fine. Nobody expects ham from Parma here. My food also filled what I expected. Craftyly clean prepared roast potatoes, chess and tasty. A good piece of liver cheese, a mirror egg, ready! And then? Now the way down to the valley is much longer than the way out. You have to expect a good 45 minutes. My friends, and especially the gentlemen present, still moved to a bit to dwell here. The crumb was fresh and the one or the other still needed for the return the strengthening in the form of fruit water. If, of course, our very dear ladies had always listened to their wishes and did not react to the way home, we would certainly have remained something, because the summer time, as we know, gives us enough brightness until good 22:00. Well, we went home. Many of the Trassen users often experience a real speciality on the way back or back. You often meet one or more tigers, no joke! These are neither stuffed nor no plush animals. It is indeed Siberian tigers! How do you do? Now run over the Sambat breed, with a high probability you will meet tigers. Conclusion: When fresh air refuels? Then pause for a beer with a proper housewife food? Perfectionism is not expected here, it is not promised here either. The food deserves good 3 stars. Taking into account the locality and price position, certainly a little more. The chief's service is almost perfect. Always present, always friendly, always attentive and equipped with the long-term memory that you find almost only with hosts. At some point you were there, coming months later, and the host still knows exactly the drinks wishes wonderful! His beer garden beer servinger still has reserves in this area. To the ambience. Just a simple but nice log cabin. In addition, a beer garden, as you find it so often south of the white sausage stall. Unfortunately here in the Rhineland more rare or if more artificial. Here it is still original and not styled rustic."
