Holzwurm - Weilheim in Oberbayern

“Artificiality is an ornament, but later one comes without it.” Quote End Obacht! I was close to my business appointment in Weilheim and just didn't find a parking place. What I was glad when I finally discovered a gap was there to stay free with the parking disc for two hours. Only when I came out, I saw that I was standing right in front of an economy called "Holzwurm". I knew where I could eat later. Said, done. After my appointment, I saved my parking disk and entered the corner house. On the left of the entrance is the Wirtsgarten, which seems to be already in winter sleep despite pleasant late autumn temperatures. Inside you are the first to stand in front of a large counter with bar stools to the long tables, behind the kitchen. At the stand of the famous 70s, the 60s were also taken into account. But that doesn't bother me in an economy, main thing, they can cook. Looking for an operation, I looked around and discovered the boss sitting at a table while they bark. He muttered a greeting, I was looking for a place myself. simple and simple In the menu that the boss brought me shortly after, is a flyer with handwritten daily dishes, there I found the promising sounding pepperlings with herbalgitation and potatoes, served in the pan € 10.80) in the following pages I was fed with a pancake soup € 2.80. To drink a large special € 2.80). In addition, the menu shows that in the host pair SIE acts as a kitchen master and ER is restaurant master. For a restaurant master, the boss came with some caution. What is it, the soup is brought to the table in a large soup dish, and there is also a "good appetite". In the broth it was not cut on pepper, but on taste. Actually, pepper eliminated any other impression of broth, I could not even say if it was freshly cooked. The pancake strips were pretty pale, but at least they didn't go through. With Goodwill three stars. Pancake soup But with the benevolence it was just past the main dish. What am I looking forward to the paws?! I also love when food is served in the pan. Too bad the salt potatoes were buried so that they did not roar in the pan. They were hard and dry. The so-called "herbal agitation" was hardly recognizable between the rubbery crumbs and half-crushed onions. Besides, the egg somehow floats in fat. After half, all this dragged me so much that I pushed the pan disappointed on the side. And the boss wants to be a kitchen master? Measured with this rate, it should deteriorate the appropriate place in the menu. Pepper with herbal and potatoes The boss didn't come clean, I discovered he was sitting at a table with his wife, both definitely didn't eat a herbal touch. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to go. So to the counter and to the “Do I interrupt you briefly?” to the table. The boss didn't ask me if he tasted, otherwise I would have said something. He gave the bill on a note that didn't surprise me anymore. I didn't pick up the toilet. For cleanliness in the guest room there are five stars. Conclusion: I smeared a bread at home, it says.