"It has been a few years since I first opened at the Cafe (Restaurant) Simonz. It must have a reason why it first stayed at this single visit. But now the opportunity came to be a guest again. A friend from the media scene wanted to discuss a few things with me. That his office and also his residence in the Wuppertal district of Arrenberg is his proposal for our meeting that Simonz . I could suppress my manageable enthusiasm, which is not a problem with an SMS. So to the Arrenberg district, which I always visit with mixed feelings. There are some activists in the scene talking about Arrenberg, but I don't feel right there. The Simonz is located between many old and many buildings in need of renovation. Before that I looked at the Simonz's homepage. Now let's say it, my enthusiasm was equally clear. But noticeable on the homepage of the note that there is one of the most beautiful beer gardens in the city. That is precisely why we did not convince ourselves of this company as it were years ago. Hasimausi and I were at that time exactly the opposite opinion. We experienced one of the worst beer gardens in the city. So from Cafe Simonz, added with a low expectation. And it didn't get better after I stepped in. It looked exactly as I remembered. The chairs, tables and even more came from different periods. Their visible wear had to suffer the chairs 50 years ago (or even longer). Bad tongues would speak of trash furniture. But there are design-oriented people who find the chic, in and trendy. But we better leave this little targeted discussion. My acquaintance was already on site that cafe/restaurant was clearly filled. I'll never feel good here. Well, my opinion is not decisive, the Simonz is probably already about 10 years (estimated) and can obviously claim. An operation brought the cards. Maps in a restaurant I don't read intensively at first, but read them first across to immediately detect any positive incidents. In this card I stumbled several times about the terms Bio, Vegan, Meatless, Oat and Soy. Well, I thought my part. If I had said what thought had been formed in my head, Hasimausi would have punished me. But she was not present. Well, well, we were both my acquaintance and I were arranged to discuss a few things here and not arranged to enjoy a nice dinner here. Therefore, our desires to operate were somewhat oriented towards snacks/hips/small gastric fillers. Positively, the beer brand Pinkus from Münster was offered. A small, fine regional brand (Pinkus Müller) from the bicycle town of Münster. Here in the Rhineland a rarity. My colleague had opted for the salad plate with goat cheese, honey and nuts and ordered a rarbarb Schorle. In comparison to the Kölsch is Rhabarber Schorle................................ Oh, let's go. While we discussed and discussed our topics, I had the opportunity to look around. That I didn't like the ambience, I don't have to emphasize again. That was all far away from style or a certain gastronomic elegance. There may be critics who would speak of a quite simple equipment, but even that would have been too thick. No Birkenstock sandals and also no woollen stockings (sorry for the next prejudice), but still something green links oriented. Well, I didn't want to have a feel-good evening here, but for half a business conversation you need an acceptable ambience. Now a mixture of the former and now aged alternative green list and some from the 68s movement. In addition, younger and medium-old voters by Robert Habeck and certainly also by Dr. Anton Hofreiter. But there were also some suitcases. Our food was served. My astonishment was more than great when I saw the salad plate of my acquaintance. Big, wide, high and much. Yes, too much, at least measured with my standards. Or badly formulated, a rabbit could have mutilated for 2 days. However, without the abundantly portioned goat cheese which rested on the top of the kilo salad, for rabbits hardly eat cheese. My friend was also surprised. He praised everything. Salad in its variety and also in its freshness. Also my penne with stripes from the ragsteak was generously portioned, at least the pasta. However, in the stripes of the Rumpsteak the cook was recognizably economical. When I then brought my first loaded fork to my mouth, I was far away from a satisfaction. When the cook has prepared the Italian pasta in a pot with hot water, he may have called it loudly into a pot al dente, al dente, al dente but he has probably not listened to any of the noodles. The noodles prefer a soft consistency. And the stripes of the Rumpsteak? Acceptable average. It is possible to prepare better and also to observe the quality of the meat more carefully. I was only satisfied with the planned Parmesan. But this was about 0.5% of the total unprecedented pasta work. Conclusion: The evening was successful, based on our conversation. We reached agreement and then consumed one or other cold drink. My acquaintance passed away from Rhabarber Schorle (a good decision) and changed to a Bad Bio Grauburgunder, which he expressly praised. Since we hadn't had to drive anymore, I changed from Reissdorf Kölsch to the beer of Pinkus Müller. Also very fresh bread with neat dips, which was probably not made by Handelshof. The evaluation of the food is not easy. My acquaintance was very satisfied with his salad, we interpret school grade 2 from it. I can only leave a smooth 4 with my dough. In other words, good 2.5 stars for food. The service was striving not to establish a relationship to the guest. I have extensively informed about the ambience. When we left the house, my view fell into the already autumn beer garden. At the time as today, I could not see one of the most beautiful beer gardens in the city, as it is on the Simonz homepage. ps. My acquaintance was informed in advance of the content of this review. He can sign everything that way, but has something ****? Why? Now he expressly insists not to belong to a group of green Robert Habeck pendants. I congratulate him."
