First, service is excellent and attentive. However, we arrived at noon on the good friday easter holiday. So staff was prepared and yet there were only a dozen or so people sitting.
Complaints: while the menu is clearly €£¥ and the setting is nestled facing a main street and a huge back patio facing the woods, and these are to the credit, both the spargel creme soup (asparagus, a highly-promoted seasonal item, in season with vendors up and down the street offering fresh beelitzer spargel, as important as beer here) and the red beet soup, were watery creations lacking substance. I was initially going to give four stars, but upon tasting of the soup by both of us, it was clear it was not an illusion.
Going backwards, the usually decent to excellent experience of a people unafraid of fake crazes against fat, and butter, served us a thin unpleasant 'herb butter' with good-looking slices of light and dark bread, before the soup ad even before the coffee or orders. Thinking this was going to be a signature item they were proud of, it lacked garlic of any sort. And weak herbal notes were almost absent, being completely overpowered by salty-feta and i detected yoghurt as well. Very little if any butter content, too salty, and the texture was unpleasant. Gourmet restaurants mean a chef unafraid of fat and butter. Used in moderation it can be delightful. Cheap greasy fats of course weigh the diner down, but natural fats do not do this, and contribute to triggering the 'satiety' response - so one knows fullness.
The coffee was expertly barist'd, but really, these places could take a heavy lesson from Röststätte (Berlin Kastanienallee location) or Steven Leighton (Has Bean, UK) - serve some interesting blends and single varieties.
I would not consider this again. read more
