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Bidrage med feedbackA few times a year, I'm going to Emsland. In yourself, a landmark you come from, but where you don't go. Because there's nothing. Apart from the A 31 with the many accidents, because the contested Ruhrpottautobahn driver likes to sleep on the wheel in view of so much nothing. On the other hand, and this is the advantage in these settlements, which far away from any hype in the field undisturbed their existence, usually eat very well and buy. And if you have friends in the area, there's a way to the sweet little town of Lingen. Here I regularly fill my cabinet vacuum. There are still retailers about the snorkel drill chains and overpriced Düsseldorfer snouts. And here's the cooking spoon. Not conceivable for me: a shopping trip without returning to cooking spoons to take up the most restless, fatty, carbohydrate-containing meals. It's a knock. But there is not only the satisfaction of my lower Fast Food Junkie Instinkte, but also pure survival. Because here I make the basis for the festivity after the city bumblebee with friends, all of them low-axes of rural origin. And while I'm at home to send Dusseldorf as an obscure martial drink, I'm stunned by people who move to Cola Waas after a bottle of Becksgoldlitschibioholunderwasserhopfenschorle? You order the DRITTE old? How can you be braided as a woman? I stink in Emsland as a total urban softening. And at the beginning I usually crowned my mattress by ten when the others first became warm, after mass-wise Jever and the various orchards and juniper snacks I needed, the ugly laughing of the people with the fully galvanized livers in the ears. Twelve hours later I found her in the kitchen, after only three hours of sleep with an appetite breakfast, while I could only ask for an aspirin migraine and a bottle of sprouts with the first voice. Since I was in front of these soirees in the cooking spoon, I can sometimes hold it until midnight: but this is only on the edge. If I have the choice, I prefer the cooking spoon to the usual burgers. Not just because it's cheaper. The double cheeseburgers are always freshly made here and are certainly not gourmet compatible, but very nourishing. There is also a CPM plate or a roast sausage in the bungalow. Bratwurst is exceptionally delicious and has never been boiled to death, curry sauce and Mayo perfect, the rolls fresh and crispy. Even the grilled chickens should taste the verdict that I leave the birds: anyway they smell good. But who doubts whether this unhealthy calorie intake really needs to be, or whether you don't like it despite appetite, a toilet visit can be helpful here before ordering. It'll be disgusting. And that so far every time. The coronation at the last visit: The otherwise grudge turknauf was completely covered with a red-brown patina. Given the location, I don't suppose it was ketchup. To reconcile. So I'd rather go to the bathroom somewhere else. But different: A really good alternative to Pommesbude or the popular Amibutts at acceptable prices. Operation flott and friendly. There are no cooking spoons in Düsseldorf. But otherwise in all possible cases; also in Cologne; That's why we have good sushi here. And as a basis for a bottle of schnapps choir, that's all.
Tastes very good, only to recommend the Star Burger is top tastes actually everything up to the hamburger that is too dry otherwise good quality and good service hut from
Cooking spoon is also a good fast food restaurant. I find these cooking certificates very good and tastes very good there.