Einstein - Hamburg

On Sunday was tom from berlin to the pokalspiel des usc paloma, which unfortunately was not really successful to visit hamburg and so beat oadm, darling and I shortly after 16 clock before the stadium to take him at the reception and spend a good time until his return to the capital. 16 o'clock on Sunday is always a bit critical for me, because the dear god who otherwise set the Saturday before Sunday. So I wanted to take this Saturday quietly, for once, but it was surprisingly nothing again. I was on time at the time of arrival. That's because I missed something else. after the tom and his nicer known, who keeps me on the way over the intermediate level of my heart club (second round! for the first time since 2010!. , we started a small walk to bistro einstein directly at the train station High-Air Bridge due to missing available bus. the chain Einstein has several filials in hamburg, but I had not seen from inside. that I make short with the interieur: for a bistro I find it fitting, it is not chic, but not unpleasant. the interieur is large, in one of the rooms was played a little with colored lighting on the walls, good to create a lounge similar character. That looked good and you can do that when I was excited to talk, I didn't see so much inside, but what I saw was in order. many seats, tables for two or four people and also for larger groups. a quite large window front, through which you can observe the hectic drive outside on the way well. until everything is in order. we sat on a table at the window and from there the drama took his course. a worker appeared on the table and took up our commands and that was not easy. darling would like to have had a soft beer of a brand that was written out how it had to drive. that's out! then she wished a cameillete. That's bad, tee's out too! tee's out. I had to work very hard to keep my salmonish fall in the fence. tee is on my list of the sets I was sure I never hear them. in seriousness, how can it happen that in a franchise business like the chain is one that goes out? the witness is felt hundreds of years storageable and if the amount of tea bags can be handled at any place, they will notice that and buy. that can't be so hard. tee's out, crazy! darling then ordered another alcohol-free, with bruschetta and a bowl mixed olive, oadm had a former, tom a pilger and serrano wash basin, his gurke (forgot names, sorry! had a hamburger with fries and I ordered a crystal-white. the drinks came to the table, which also eats. for my understanding somewhat too fast, at least until the burger. I don't know a restaurant/bistro etc. that comes in five, six, seven minutes a halfway decent burger plus acceptable fries. I can't. even the golden m needs a little longer and that's what you want to call! accordingly looked burger and then out. at mcd next door, it could have gone through so well, but not here. above all the drivers looked tragic, from brown or cherry no trace. I put my hat in front of the cucumber of the tom who has beaten the work. without the hauch of an environmental storm of course. isn't it? I am absolutely no gourmet, I eat very rarely in restaurants and I do not cook home, I am survived thanks to microwave, frozen eating and pizza delivery service. I know how to look at bruschetta. roasted broth with tomato cubes, a little chopped tweepers and seasoned with salt and pepper. maybe a bit oregano or something. as I said, I am more absolute. what darling did, had nothing to do with bruschetta. the three thick discs were from the meter bread, which were at least fried, then a tomatensalat stormed, which had its best times a little behind itself. I saw everything dry. I barely discovered. purely visually a catastrophic and tasteful also not better as you could see in the first bit. then she hurried and decided after another attempt to give up the broth and eat only tomato salad. I took a broth. insensitive to resistance. like a sponge. I can't handle it better. tom 's serrano schinking was probably okay, but as he found himself, they can't do much wrong. while we ate and drank, the employee appeared on the table and wanted to ask if everything was in order, he had already opened the mouth to speak. then he saw the rest of the bruschetta, and slandered, calm and calm approached the retreat. from the moment on a young colleague now served our table, which made a much more awakened impression. the delivered immediately darlings teller mixed oliven. I don't know if it was planned or darling desire to bring the twenty minutes to all others. if that was not the case, then I wonder what takes so long to convey green and black olives from their glasses from the super market to a court. I never did it, but I bet I can make it faster! but at least they tasted the slowest olives in the world. that took over twenty minutes until it had just arrived at the table when oadm had to go as he had to. since it was not drunk, it was consistently not on the bill. the dame the round wanted to visit the quiet place, but she had previously been shut by tom the information that was closed for unknown reasons and that she was the thron with the men. she thought she was a sweat. the toilet of the girl was actually dense, so there were now as in berlin kreuzberg unisex klos. I don't know if this is the most elegant solution. I didn't pick up the toilets, so I can't say anything about the general condition. at any point it was to pay (the prices against as far as in order and it was really funny again. I know that if several people sit on a table, but want to pay separately, the bill is shown on the table. not here. here you enter the bank and pay there. as if this was not already stupid enough, but then there was an acute heartburn in the wall of absssing. so he began to change the money when he paid tom 's kumpel, then again, how darling paid and for the third time, how finally I paid. Of course, they would have filled the bank directly for the first time, but that would have been too easy. instead of the 1.40€ refund I got 1,50€ back because besides the tea shares also lost with 20 cent coins. That's so stupid, you can't think about it. my crystal whiteness was perfectly gifted, with 3,60€ perfectly fair in the price and I got ten cent for me it ran into the one stone at the u-high air bridge so almost perfect! at least I have something like a foundation. or a better justification for the one star I have to forgive, otherwise, for staying in the one stone two cakes that summarize the about 90 minutes there quite well. underground and full catastrophe. but hey. my beer was good!

The obscured bistro is really quite inappropriate here. it is more a generous restaurant. the immune sensitivity among us can also sit outside in summer. the restaurant is still new and accordingly modern furnishings. the crowd on the lunch table I felt a bit low. I order an appetizer or dessert. but it cost us. In the evening, the one-stone offers delicious cocktails and a happy hour and occasionally with other cocktail offers.

Even if this company name irritates this is the onestein am grindelberg 81 83 in hamburg. in the restaurant you get Monday to Friday from 11:30 to 17 clock lunch menus. These are quite tidy, even if my pork steak was too through and therefore dry in contrast to the pommes frittes that had really good quality. the kitchen works very efficiently, in a short time you got his order on the table, decorated it was also nice. the services are more than motivated, such friendliness of this very young person is really uninhabited. in the back area you find a bar with public viewing possibility, which I could not test due to lack of reservation, it seemed to be very comfortable and funny from the distance.

Out! the game is out! the alcohol-free yeast is out. the cameillete is out. the garlic, according to my assessment, also the damentoilette is out. the change is over. nct, berlin tom, visited us. this time it was not the currywurst, but the dfb pokal game paloma – hopeheim has lured him into the most beautiful city in the world. oscar, thorge dangerous, and I have chosen him and the yelper michael from hannover in stadion and then back into the one stone. not because of the world cuisine. but simply have an exit point in the corner. drink, maybe eat something. what's going on, you'll see. our foreigners do not have much time on this Sunday afternoon afternoon and have to return to their hometowns. oscar arranges a great aster and asks how long it would take with the food. longer, we have a lot to do. okay, then only that. then I'm on it: a soft yeast, please. 234, you're getting a sniff. then I'll take one of them. is there a pfeffermintte? please? then a soft, non-white beer. and please bruschetta and the olives . yes. the crying with alcohol, which is ordered by the ****, is fortunately not out. tom decides for a beer and a portion serrano wash basin, michael for the burger and a cola. the first time comes a vitamalz instead of my luschenbier. until I have the right thing, my throat slowly dries out. my bruschetta is not commendable. thick meter broth discs, which were once irradiated by the heating plate, were spiced the tomato small-size-sized tip like baby food, just as good as not at all. also the standard lenses from the glass are not worth mentioning. michael can't say anything positive about his burger with the pommes except that he was there at all and not outside. only tom seems to be lucky, he doesn't do anything. at some point oscar and I order drinks again. when they finally reach our table, oscar must go and I'm almost thirsty. we don't want to stay long after, it's pulling us to the bridges. Just leave. when I am a girl, I have to look again before the departure, but again the washrooms. Tom who was before me thinks: the damentoilets are out! and grinst. I think that's a sweat, but far missed. there is actually a note on the floor: the damentoilette is broken. please use the herrentoilette. d separately, we must pay to the terminal. in the table it is just going together and who will surprise it is also the change money. the one stone gave us the running gag of the evening. at least something. but that's all. I think you can go to a beer if you don't have to be out of the rest, then let the finger. the only positive I can mention is the burning clean herrentoilette. for something they have to get the point. the hamburger schietweetter is of course not out later on the landing bridges.

What was going on? “There is no beer on hawaii there is no beer” there is no beer (which darling wanted) there is no tea in a stone and also no 1 euro piece. the damenklos closed, because in the ass on the herrenklos you have to look for the paper first. I also had as tapa “Serano ham” with something like baguette discs. up to 4,90. oadm wanted to order pizzabrot soon before he went to work, but after the announcement of the waiter it would take 15 minutes so that he did not and only ordered one. michaela (my well-known) had a burger with bag sauce for itself, apparently everything from mcdonalds quickly worried, darling had “Bruschetta Classico” tomatenschnickschnack without taste and rather unannounced as well as the “Oliven mixture” from the glass. nothing really! the first drinks came by quickly, but in the second order it really took forever this time so that oadm could not accept his ordered former as he had to leave. in the currency of exchange it seems that it was also saved. a kiosk, they may ask if the money is worth it! almost as before in the berlin (east as west:) ham wa nich! thorge had only his winery and almost a heartbeer laughed about it. the environment itself is good, four (4) stars. but service and offer receive from me one (1) star. together five, divided by three 1.66 periods. I am beautiful and also round on two (2!)