Bambus Garten Chinarestaurant - Bremen

Very nice operation. The food was super tasty and the decor also looked great. You get very delicious food for a good price. I'm going to eat with my family there every Friday.

After the contemplative Christmas holidays in the county of my Bremer Second Family, I wanted to fall back into the well-chlorinated floods of the Horner Hallenbad. My approach on the bike was primarily due to the temporary KFZ deficiency in the house of the mother-in-law. But also the view of a second return in the evening – together with my sister-in-law at Uncle Manu from Naples – let me consume some extra calories outside the 50m basin. From the planned “Duathlon” – with the wheel from the New Vahr to the Horner Bad, where the kilometre wanted to be scraped away and back again – nothing became, as a famine hit me on the way home. This happened in the so-called “Ostend” Bremen – the first settlers called it “Oberneuland” – not far from the Achterdiekpark. A friend of mine promised me bamboo landscapes in the Chinese Garden. Not only because of the season, legitimate mistrust was appropriate from the outset. Nevertheless, the proverbial “hole in the stomach” forced me to stop at the China Restaurant Bambobus Garden in this part of the wild Bremer East. Then let's get into the Asia temple, not particularly inviting from the outside. From the outside so la... After all, I was the first guest at the early noon and was therefore allowed to have a place at the sun or directly in front of the glass front with a view to the “idyllic” parking space, which was located in front of the construction of the purpose that had come into the years. Hardly I sat on one of the upholstered chairs covered by pink artificial leather, I went through the pear a line of the world-famous Elvis compressed air. “...Caught in a trap – I can’t walk out...”. In fact, the establishment of the shop was more than “suspicious”. Suspicious interiors Grelle colors met on tacky wallfolklore made in China. Otherwise, the functional charm of the 90s dominated the soberly furnished guest room. Back to the 90 's... The interior strongly reminded me of a Chinese restaurant that I had visited in summer 2014 after a climbing tour in the southwestern Palatinate town of Dahn. At that time, I ran more nolens than volens into the “footed ruin”. Should I have a similar flower here? The words “authentic”, “Klein Shanghai” and “Hotspot” of a famous Bremer “Edamamen” still sounded in my ears. Instead, I was probably sitting on a local “Fata Argana” and already swamped on the net of the “Pho gel Spinne” with an affordable lunch table. The Bamboo Garden King came with Kron’ and Schweif – my starved I thought it would be a mist (the chlorine of the Horner Bad was still a little after... . I was curious what the friendly “Glutamese” would offer me beyond “Ente sweetsauer”, roasted noodles and Chop Suey. Bami and Nasi – both from the well-established family dynasty of Goreng were of course also represented. “Eternal happiness” was promised to me from a small tone pot filled with all kinds of things. Otherwise, pigs, beef, chicken, duck, shrimps and squids were decanted by standard in the usual clothing. But before disappointment about the tip of the supposed Scenekenner was able to widen from the Weser, the method of preparation “à la Gong Bao” made me mutate to the good people of Szechuan and throw all my high culinary expectations into the Achterdieksee. Didn't the Cartwrights of the Ponderosa Ranch also trust their home and court chef called "Hop Sing" blind? I shouldn't have a lunch in the bamboo's garden thrown away from the wheel saddle. So once the crispy roasted duck with vegetables à la Gong Bao from the midday ticket for narrow 12.50 euros, please! A glass of Ginger Ale (0.4l for still acceptable 4.50 euros later appeared as guavanectar disguised on my bill. Be it, a beading ginger Limo fits every Asian snack. The lunch offer included a small appetizer. There was a soup by the capital Art (not Berlin, but Beijing... and a portion of mini spring rolls from the depths of the freezer. I decided for the latter because the acidic China soup has always been a gray. I was supplied with six largely taste-neutral fat fingers in the Wan Tan coat, whose undefined interior left me without significant palate information. Little early rolls in the sheen of fat Most taste went out from the purchased Sweet Chili sauce, which provoked a first bite on the tongue. A helmet that thinks glutamous! An all-in-one quite persuasive appetizer, which, however, could not count on it, should follow a much more enjoyable main course. The already tranched breast from the Chinese favorite bird had survived her fat bath in the wok well. It lay on the outside crispy and on the inside still nicely juicy on an attractive hill, crisply flavored vegetables. juicy crispy bird on crisp vegetables I remembered that much more dry from my student period. A small bowl with sweetly sour germs from the munob bean, a spicy sauce based on soybean and a further bowl with glued rice completed the lunch. The complete lunch ensemble The Balsamico Graffiti on my plate wished me – as far as I could decipher it – a sticky good appetite. I put the soy sauce on the side after a half-hearted sample. He wasn't my thing. germinations made in travely The duck probably previously grated with Five Spices Powder had a crusty skin, whose subtle cinnamon note told me. The quite rustically divided vegetables convinced with sufficient bite. The slightly thickened sauce in which the wokg vegetables were bruised was a bit too sweet. A little more wort or Shepherd brought the included Gong Boa sauce to the porcelain. Unfortunately, too much powder was added to her – after the tingling on her tongue. Much gong little Bao! I would like to thank the Saucen Add On and rather knabbert on my crispy. Also with my rice supplement I was not very satisfied. With the expression “three and en cement bag” one would probably appreciate this sticky heap of steam in the Rhineland. In order to address the question in the title of this report, I would rather deny the “all good”, but the professionally fried duck would be regarded as quite positive experience. Even though I didn't empty every little bowl, it was an acceptable lunch meal that, according to the Borgfelder’s motto “Everything can serve!” made a well-saturated plum shone in the direction of New Vahr. And the hunger would come to Uncle Manu from Napoli or the Bremer Überseestadt again, I was sure. Or how to write the responsible chronicler: follow!

Very delicious food, the decor is really very nice, the atmosphere is also great. The food was fast at the table and the condition is very friendly. You will get a good amount and delicious food for a good price. Also for guests gluten intolerance there is a sufficient selection of dishes. I can definitely recommend the restaurant!!

Good service, food was fast at the table and it was delicious, it was cozy, I had noodles tasted the delicious, best chicken stripes

Very good food! High quality and dressed in pretty dishes. The staff is very friendly. A sufficient parking space outside the door.