Il se peut que vous soyez redirigé
"Very delicious and cozy. You're welcome."
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Adresse: Schmiedtorstraße 3, 72070, Tuebingen, Germany
Ville: Tuebingen
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It used to be better, because it used to be the old school bear. The equipment was anno dunnemals diegen dark-woody, a large counter pulled over corner in the main room, in the next room was chaired with plenty of football and gazed on a large TV Champions League and Bundesliga. It was a lump-free zone and in the wide circle the only place where Werder games were broadcast live. A Döschen-Automat, after feeding with coins, threw entertaining snacks... Toasted giant maize, peanuts, or, for all the moving people, vinegar cucumbers with anchovis. Then the bear closed after a felt infinity and stood empty for some time. In the spring, however, the large workings, painters and scrubbing began and a new opening was distinguished. A bar was built in in the former football next-room and also in the main room were busy craftsmen. In the summer the new opening was celebrated and in the coming weeks (and, by the way, still today, the bear was roaring full. But the audience has changed. Where previously casual jeans and T-shirt (or jersey ruled, now rule horn glasses, blogger-dutts, tube jeans and caro shirts. And beards. And side-leg-gel hairstyles. In short, the football bear is now the hipster bear. As it is known that you should test all the new things and so I ventured with friends. After entering the Bear 2.0, the constriction (a lot more tables than before!) and the roaring loud music that overtoned the abundant guests with even louder roar for entertainment with the table neighbour. We find a table, maneuver around other chair rests and leave us (back rest on back rest with the guests from the neighboring table. The decoration has retro charms, old pictures in glass bottles, retro glow wire LEDs, retro glasses, retro heads and as a food and beverage card an old school book in pseudo-sütterlin ink writing. Operation comes quickly and I choose a large Pils and against the hunger lenses with late zle. I am astonished about the cheap price of 4.60 euros for the main court, but don't think of anything yet. The others choose unisono mouthbags. After a short time, the drinks whirl in and, who would have thought it, retro flower ornament plates in breakfast shelves. There's no way up. No plate fits the other, but this is quite retro-welded. We fumble and already cutlery from the metal cups, which are already standing on each table from the start and also pick up a napkin from the same artistic storage. A few minutes later my main dish – lentils with late zle and string sausages – and my eyes almost fall out of my head, because there are some things that surprise me. It's a saucer. Yeah, a saucer. No, no plate, a saucer. On the saucer are a few lates. There are some lenses. And a third string sausage. Cut into three mouthpieces. Yeah, I'm plexy. The taste experience is summarized... The lentils are cooked a bit long and the cook was apparently all but not in love, because the lentils are appallingly faded. I'm salting properly, but it doesn't really like to help the whole thing get a taste explosion. The latencies are quite dry, but more taste-intensive than the lenses... and that's an art. The three mouthful pieces of string sausages don't really deserve a mention, because only sausages that have been simmering in a pot with hot water for at least a few hours and that have given everyone, but also every taste, to the water. The lower plate is quickly empty and also the lower plates with the two jaw pockets (and a few onions above the friends are fixed empty. I tried a muzzle and could taste a large amount of bacon (what makes the IN mullet?! nix in the frying pan. There weren't even any supplements, no potato salad, nix. After a beer and the saucer, we pay and go, because we don't have anything here. The drink card is fine, the service too. The food was nix and to keep it, we find it too loud. The invoice comes in a Griffel storage box, which we fill with the required amount and again transfer to the service power. Maybe we're too old or the bear too hip. But that's how you and me, dear bears. It's a shame. Unfortunately, you can't park here, but the city buses he lines 9, 11 and 12 keep practically at the door. Accessibility is unfortunately not given by three steps down to the local.
Previously it was better because it used to be the old school bear. the equipment was anno dunnemals diegen dark woody, a large counter pulled over the corner in the main room, in the next room was sat with a lot of football and grilled on a large tw champions league and league. it was a lump-free zone and in the wide circle the only place where willr games were broadcast live. a Döschen-Automat, after feeding with coins, threw entertaining snacks. roasted huge maize, eddies or, for all moving people, edgy gurken with sardles. then the bear closed after a felt infinity and stood some time empty. in the early year, however, the great began to work, paint and wash and a new opening was distinguished. a bar was built in the former football next door and also in the main room were busy craftsmen. in the summer the new opening was celebrated and in the coming weeks (and by the way still today the bear was full. but the public has changed. where previously casual jeans and T-shirts (or jersey reigned, now govern horn glasses, blogger duves, tube jeans and caro shirts. and barte. and side-leg gel frisuren. in short, the football bear is now the hipster bear. as it is known, they should test all new things and so I dared with friends. after entering the bears 2.0, the constriction (a lot more tables than before)! and the roaring loud music that overtones the plentiful guests with even louder roar for entertainment with the table neighbor. we find a table, maneuver around other chairs rests and leave us (back rest on rest with the guests of the neighboring table. the decoration has retro charms, old pictures in glass bottles, retro glow wire leds, retro glasses, retro buttons and as food and beverage cards write an old school book in pseudo-sütterlin ink. Operation comes fast and I choose a large pils and against the starving lenses with late zle. I am am amazed at the cheap price of 4.60 euro for the main court, but do not think of anything yet. the others choose unisono mouthbags. after a short time, the beverages whisper in and, who thought it, retro flower ornaments in breakfast regalen. there's no way up. no teller fits to the other, but that's pretty rewelded. we fumble and already cute from the metal cups, which are already standing on each table from the beginning and also pick up a serviette from the same artistic preservation. a few minutes later my main dish – lenses with late zle and cordworst – and my eyes are almost out of my head, because there are some things that surprise me. it's a saucer. yes, a saucer. No, no teller, a saucer. on the saucer are a few late. there are some lenses, and a third one is throwing. cut into three pieces of mouth. Yeah, I'm plexiglas. the taste experience. the lenses are cooked a bit long and the chef was obviously everything, but not in love because the lenses are appalled. I salts correctly, but it doesn't really help to get a taste explosion. the latencies are quite dry, but more taste-intensive than the lenses. the three mouthful stringworst pieces don't really deserve a mention, because only sausages that glow in a pot with hot water for at least a few hours and all, but also every taste that gave water. the lower plate is quickly empty and also the lower plates with the two back pockets (and some tweepers over the friends are fixed empty. I tried a maul basket and could taste a large amount of speck (what makes this in mullet?! nix in the pan. there were no supplements, no potato salad, nix. after a beer and the saucer we pay and go because we have nothing here. the drink card is in order, the service also. eating was nix and keeping, we find it too loud. the bill comes in a Griffel storage box, which we fill with the required load and transfer to the service power again. Maybe we're too old or the bear too hip. but so are you and I, dear bears. Unfortunately, they cannot park here, but the city drives lines 9, 11 and 12 practically keep on the door. Unfortunately, the accessibility is not given by three steps to the place.
