OberstÜble-wertach

Super friendly service, very good pizza. We felt very comfortable Service: Dine in Meal type: Dinner Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 5

We were there 2x and it was really delicious. Very recommended are pizzas. The children are also taken care of, a playground provides entertainment. Service: Dine in Meal type: Dinner

Our very attentive and friendly waiter saved the evening. The food is really okay... Price performance is right at the grill plate e.g. not at all! With us it was the last night of the holiday... bad. I wouldn't come back.

Wertach in Allgäu looks like he saw better times in the middle of the summer holidays. I'm looking for an open place at the best lunchtime. Okay, a Monday is not the best day for this... Almost I would have used a snack if not suddenly the sun had risen on the central market street. There is a beautiful, yellow-washed building proudly on the street and shows: I was a guest house! Nowadays it shines in Shabby Chic and with its slightly maroded facade, the discarded interior and the peeling color, combined with glued stone front, Venetian shine and many stylish eye-catchers. It's style! But in the book “Beim Olivebauern” I woke up. Have I never seen this interior in my feet? And behold, the olive grower is a skillfully launched brand with several dependencies: in feet, in Wertach, in hops at the lake. Always in the same style, always with the same skillful mix of southern cuisine, local delicacies and hip accessories. In times of emotional stories a beautiful story is made on the homepage. (You take an electric master, an old building, a donkey and a lot of good olive oil - somehow sounds like a modern fairy tale, right? Not only ambience and menu work internationally and multikulti, the service also contributes to this. The twisted, quirky operation with Eastern European tongue beat and alpine dirndl top is very customer-oriented, mega-friendly and love in person. So much commitment and joy of work are rarely experienced. But also the guests who have already taken place in front of us on the extensive, generous wooden terrace (friend circles and young mothers with French children are very cooperative. If we do not want a card to be semi-lauded, the large-format menu is already served by the page table. There are numerous treats that we wish for for days: for example, a South French vegetable pan with pesto (9.90 euros), a mustard beer with cheese, spice cucumber, salad and pippo (for cheap 7.90 euros, a spelt flour pizza Berlusconi with shrimps, shrimps and garlic (10.40 euros and so on). From the attractive offer we choose the Allgäuer Käspatzen with salad (8.90 euros and a Pizza Allgäu my (also 8.90 ), as well as a large Johannisbeer bowl (0.4 litres for very cheap 2.90 euros and a lush coffee for also 2.90 euros. Fast served, drinks very fast, food after about a quarter of an hour. The portions are immense, the taste fantastic, the mood rises. The huge pizza with superfluous, loose soil is unconventionally covered with rural pasture, peperoni, emmental and knofi. Good for cleaning! The Cassettes are generously shaped like shells everywhere in the Allgau and mixed with a wonderful mixture of hearty mountain cheese and taste-intensive emerald. The green leaf salad for this purpose has a clear look, but it convinces by an unusual homemade mustard dress that recalls bright cocoa in the color. Great! If only the capacity of our stomachs would be a little bigger... The awakened service lady looks at us already the weakness and offers herself to pack the remains that she also realizes with inflatable energy. I praise that! By the way, the currant was well cooled and very refreshing, the coffee aromatic. During the last toilet walk, I still inspect the creative interior. Here half hidden remains of the former guest house meet with rustic interiors, authentic wooden furniture, rough stone floor, Venetian-looking lies, beautiful vases and many green plants. Between them cut edges, peel color and a slightly melancholic note. A very successful, individual mixture that would not have thought of this distant Allgäu village. Nevertheless, everything is correct and clean and eager. After dinner we go to the nearby spa park and represent the hot feet in the refreshing Kneipp pool. Yeah, it's almost like 1965, last vacation with Grandma and Grandpa...

Wertach in the Allgäu looks in the middle of the summer holidays as if it had seen better times. I desperately seek an open place at the best lunch time. Okay, a Monday is not the best day for this... Almost I would have been using a snack if not suddenly the sun had risen on the central market street. There's a beautiful, yellow-washed building proudly on the street and shows: I was a guesthouse! Nowadays it shines in shabby chic and with its lightly maroded façade, the discarded interior and the peeling color, combined with glued stone front, Venetian lusters and many stylish eye-catchers. It's style! But in the lettering “Beim Olivebauern” I woke up. Didn't I ever see this interior in feet? And behold, the olive grower is a skillfully launched brand with several dependences: in feet, in Wertach, in hops at the lake. Always in the same style, always with the same skillful mix of southern cuisine, local delicacies and hip accessories. In times of emotional storytelling, a fine story is made on the homepage. (You take an electric master, an old building, a donkey and a lot of good olive oil – somehow sounds almost like a modern fairy tale, right? Not only ambience and menu work internationally and multikulti, the service also contributes to it. The twisted, quirky operation with Eastern European tongue beat and Alpine Dirndl upper part is highly customer-oriented, mega-friendly and the lovage in person. So much commitment and joy of work are rarely experienced. But also the guests who have already taken place in front of us on the expansive, generous wooden terrace (friend circles and young mothers with french children are very cooperative. If we do not want a card to be half-lautted, the large-format menu is already served by the side table. There are numerous treats to which we would still like for days: e.g. a south-French vegetable pan with pesto (9.90 euros), a mustnerin beer with cheese, spice cucumber, salad and all Pipapo (for cheap 7.90 euros, a dinkel flour pizza Berlusconi with shrimp, shrimp and garlic (10.40 euros and so on). From the attractive offer we choose the Allgäuer Käspatzen with salad (8.90 euros and a pizza Allgäu my (also 8.90 ), as well as a large Johannisbeer bowl (0.4 liter for very cheap 2.90 euros and a lush oat of coffee for also 2.90 euros. Served quickly, the drinks very fast, the food after about a quarter of an hour. The portions are immense, the taste fantastic, the mood rises. The huge pizza with superfine, loose soil is unconventionally covered with peasant pasture, peperoni, emmentaler and knofi. Good for cleaning! The casskets are generously shaped in a bowl-like manner as everywhere in the Allgau and blended with a wonderful mix of hearty mountain cheese and taste-intensive emmental. The green leaf salad served for this purpose has a clear look, but it convinces by an unusual homemade mustard dressing that reminds of bright cocoa in color. Great! If only the capacity of our stomachs would be a little bigger... The awakened service lady already looks at us the weakness and offers itself to pack the remains, which she also realizes with inflatable energy. I praise that! By the way, the currant was well cooled and very refreshing, the coffee aromatic. During the final toilet walk, I still inspect the creative interior. Here half hidden remains of the former guest house meet with rustic interior, authentic wooden furniture, rough stone floor, Venetian-looking liars, beautiful vases and many green plants. Between them, cut edges, peeling color and a slightly melancholic touch. A very successful, individual mixture that would not have been thought to this remote Allgäu village. Nevertheless, everything is proper and clean and eager. After dinner we walk to the nearby spa park and represent the hot feet in the refreshing Kneipp pool. Yeah, it's almost like 1965, at the last vacation with Grandma and Grandpa...