I went to Alter Klosterkeller expecting a Brettljause, attracted by the photos on the web site. I barely sat down when a waitress brought the menu and informed me that 1) they have no beer (which is understandable) and 2) they have no Brettljause (which is a scandal). She then expected me to order something immediately, standing next to me while I was trying to skim through the rather long menu. At the end, I gave up to pressure and ordered wine and spare ribs, which I saw being grilled outside.
The ribs arrived in five minutes, which would have been suspicious, had I not seen them being cooked. Three small racks of five ribs each looked distinctly lonely on the huge wooden plate. An extra plate contained a rather sad-looking baked potato with cream. Not being wrapped in a foil, the potato got cold within seconds. The meat, though tender and easily removable from the bones, had almost no taste. If there were a marinade, it was of the most subtle sort. Instead of sauces, the ribs were served with a spicy tomato pickle, which was the best part of the experience.
In less than 10 minutes the meal was over, and the waitress brought the bill just as efficiently. I can’t think of any good reason to return.
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