Il se peut que vous soyez redirigé
"very delicious!"
Téléphone: +4971465740
Adresse: Schulstraße 29, 71336, Waiblingen, Germany
Ville: Waiblingen
Site Web: http://vereinsheim.tvbittenfeld.de
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Jeudi: 11:30 -20:00
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We wanted to visit La Nonna at VFL Vereinsheim in Waiblingen for a long time. Since then, it never worked. And then a report came in the newspaper about the club house of TV Bittenfeld in which La Nonna has now established an annex called Casa Mia. After we had made a visit to some of our main starting points at the post lockdown times, the Al Forno in Marbach was also there; once again the desire to try something new came. The TV Bittenfeld has a nice club house right on the edge of the forest. Such a small place and yet meanwhile such a big club. For the non-kenners of the handball scene: The TV Bittenfeld used to be a certain supra-regional house number at field handball times. Since the indoor handball seasons, however, it has also been quite successful and played, and so the “Dorfverein” in 2006 created the two-track 2nd handball league. In 2011, the qualification was established as single-track 2. Handballbundesliga and in 2015 they even rose to the 1st handball league. Since then, the first team has appeared as TVB 1898 Stuttgart for what the “B” stands for; Since then they have also played in Stuttgart in the Scharrena or the Porsche Arena. Now I have nothing to do with handball at all, but on the table I am quite interested. Perhaps it is also due to the fact that handball was originally a contactless, specifically designed for women. How times change... Anyway, cook for the classic kitchen trituration, eat, rinse, we have always been responsible for the middle part. A previous call never hurts at the moment and we were kindly promised a place in the sun. As already mentioned, the club's home is quite lasy and the terrace or the forecourt was pleasantly shaded. Parking is sufficient in such houses anyway. With the currently mandatory facial slipper we introduced ourselves to the house and we were offered more or less a free space on the terrace. Less because we wanted to choose one of the many free tables than to get it assigned by the lady of the house. And then we sat. A card would have been great. She came from the lady to the neighboring table. Someone likes to walk here. A few unpleasant many more minutes passed and then we also got our cards. With the mandatory address. But as this was solved here, every description mocked! A list in which everyone entered and the later bird could draw all the addresses. GDPR at its worst! Well, the dehydrogenation was already far advanced and I ordered a wheat beer 3,60 and my favorite woman a special organ 0.4L to 3,40 and a water from Ensinger 0.5L to 2,70 . It took time. Sporadically one saw a waiter who was probably more planned. He knew no way for free. Our operator then came to the punches and finally picked up the drinks. And because we were so on Zack the food requests were the same. We were not hungry and thirsty for zigzags, and the waiting times were considered to be stretched. My dear wife ordered Rigatoni al Forno 10,50 and because her dear husband follower of the stinking rose is also equal with garlic 1. Here the pizzen compilation was somewhat unconventional and so I put together on the basis of a Salamipizza 8. Garlic and capers 1. should accompany them. A boss salad 11 with tuna, ham and egg was placed as an appetizer. And then it was said to enjoy. So the surroundings! Was also really nice and lasy here. And when we enjoyed so before we came finally the salad. Saw perfectly and tasted like that. As always, you needed a little more dressing for the salad. That's what the Italians do. No, he wasn't inappropriate. But just a little quiet. Often you get only wet greenware. This is not a thankful way. Nevertheless, a small push from the vinegar bottle was necessary for my taste. At least I get the menagerie right away. Here you had to order them and the dear lady forgot it immediately. The parts stood in the passage where n /she had to pass. But maybe the neighboring table was more important. With this one was very happy. After a little while, we were able to catch the diligent waiter and signal it to him. This was the subject within seconds. Frl. AnderweitigEmployed probably doesn't know why the menagerie was at the end of our table. In the end, the salad was all right. Nicely fresh, even continuously made pleasant. Egg quarters and ham rolls were fine. The dressing that was slapped over it was self-handed anyway. However, the pizza rolls delivered to them could be something. They were still warm, and they were quite airy. Unfortunately, but also only warmed up and therefore quite diligent in the aftertaste. Of course, when it goes, the pizza and the Rigatoni come to the place. We were almost finished with the salad and the main dishes were already coming. It was of course left to us to create the place for it. Really enormous self-service. Thank you Frl. WasHabenSieInTheGastronomy Lost. Yes, the main foods. In principle, the Ragatoni al Forno of my dear wife were not bad. But unfortunately no more. Suitable in cooking grade and also with the correspondingly balanced ratio of minced meat sauce to pasta and so on. But kind of boring. There she missed a certain pep not Guardiola to find the court great. This was just a heartly lukewarm from the spicing and otherwise somehow boring. Like the pizza. Also they, quite worth seeing, but then tastefully quite one-dimensional. If the edge on the picture appears to have risen somewhat and promising airiness, it was no longer the case when enjoying it. Hard but not cordial was the result. But then he was too pronounced. The floor was pleasantly firm, nicely thin and not lappy. That was perfect. But the headstock was extremely inexorable. Of course the capers were spicy. And also the garlic was quite suitable to scare any bloodsuckers of animal kind. But the sugo tasted just like thickened tomato sauce and also the salami was tastefully the cheapest product. There was a small negative highlight when clearing: The lady stretched our hands when the plates were cleared while she was just turning around to talk to the Bussi neighboring table. If we hadn't been so controversial, we would have reacted accordingly. This opportunity, unfortunately, remained unused; it spoke and does not really speak for a return visit. Maybe it could have existed but then we started the ultimate mistake that one can only make in consulting-resistant or self-confident houses. We answered the question “whether it tasted”. Our answer which is to be read from the text has been retoutted with the self-confident statement: That's how the Italians cook. This house had died for us. Because how the Italians cook we know from a variety of experience. And this is not just based on pasta and pizza. In the future, two people will have to operate less.
