Bären Metzgerei Ellinger-kugler

I can't forget him. Whenever I was close, I had to drive past the Gasthof Metzgerei. It's been a while, the event. On the all-week business trip through the beautiful Baden Württemberg you will experience a lot, some will be held. Centrally located in the city triangle is the birth town of Schillers, Marbach am Neckar with the beautiful old town. For the first time you are curious, drive to the center of the marketplace and you are already standing in front of him, a guest house with foreign rooms and, with butchery, that is often promising. Such neighborhoods always take precedence over such star hotels where the guests of the bar are full of pears. When the althonored steps of the semi-concrete house went to the attic, I didn't get out of the air, but when I thought of the fire protection and the missing second escape route, I was complaining about an unpleasant feeling. As a traveler you often think of such extremes and look out the window where you are and where the fire department can pick up an emergency from the roof. It was small, but very quiet there at market place, only very little through traffic. Plus. What kept me remembered was less the inn but had more to do with the butcher. As I said, I can't forget, the scent rose in the morning to the stairs because the door of the sausage kitchen was stretched. When passing, I could see what normal butcher customers are denied: huge ham pieces in broth in a large boiler. Well, what's going on, I'm eating sweet honey, jam and ice, just a puck. Car driving requires little calories the traveler knows from experience. The breakfast table was very nice and abundantly covered. But my gaze went to me more and more often. This shiny sink smells from a meter distance, so I have never smelled vacuum sinks in the department store. But there was still a smell from childhood that mobilized all my curiosity. Three slices of ham that fit two more pieces and cost them. You can't forget it anymore! I couldn't let her lie, they landed in the garbage! A sin would have been. It was in dawn, the butcher hadn't opened yet, so I entered it through the back door so I grab half a pound of this ham. I learned that such a splendour copy was raised with the fat from the beautifully spiced brew and that he heard bear ham on the name. Nothing was cut in the counter, in front of my eyes the butcher separated the fat layer and a tasty, boiled natural ham remained unstable. Prepare for the sausage machine! Unfortunately, half my half pound didn't survive the trip home. I just couldn't forget him, he was in my car fridge and after me in the stomach. ****! Unique. Bear ham! I stayed 2 3 more times, but for the bear sink I planned a trip from the A81 motorway more often. The ham alone comes from me 5 stars, the inn, if I'm honest, a little less because of the missing escape routes.