Park Im Park Bremen

The gastro guides are largely in agreement: in Germany's tenth largest community, the connection to the culinary developments has been lost. for four years no michelin star anymore in the city. a single bib gourmand only in the still weaker bremerhaven. the reaction surprising: “The testers have just gotten a bad day/These are only disturbing about missing tablecloths and simple cutlery/we cook for guests, not for critics/the load is full, so we are on the right way.” but maybe it's only up to the raised claims. look how the usual suspects are going to be. viii. longing is an old song of taiga the park hotel is bremen's only luxury hotel and belonged to the leading hotels of the world vereinigung. after an insolvenz there was no “bremic” solution due to differences between the ground owners and the potential operators. so the dorint group reached and finally invests significantly in the charming house located on the bourgeois park. since here until 2013 the last star above the city of hanse was sparkling in the la terrasse, I was curious if the new owner wants to bring the gourmet restaurant back to the front. the special advertising promises “culinarian high flights from the German French cuisine”. at hot temperatures a place on the really beautiful terrace with views over the garden in baroque style including artificial lake with fonten and allegorical statues would have been great of course. However, the young ladies and gentlemen in waiter's air already rushed in, because black clouds proclaimed a stormy heavy, and in fact I was glad to sit well protected in the winter garden when hardly 30 minutes the world literally “belowed”. the extensive reservation gave me a small table between the wall and a plaque where a group of Russian ladies celebrated at the beginning twenty birthdays: all very young, very styled and very attractive. I don't think I'm going back with such remarks: but, old swede, there was really something here! and for the ears. for the it girls had brought their own birthday music via ghetto blaster. the deep house irritated the other guests when we had long since been drinking on the international understanding. for even the old borgfelder did not let it untouched as the Russian soul of the hostess (in this stunning asymmetric, creamy dream! in their speech the drinking in the so perfectly lubricated smokey eyes drove. I was promptly invited to participate in the birthday cake. what a lovely ladies! in the next room at the buffet a group of sporting men just competed on their teambuilding. I could watch them on the following day at the weserstadion during their well paid work. all greeted at the duch walk of the winter garden friendly. with one of the older, just bambi winners of the categories sport and schelmisch grinsen, I changed some ex neighboring varieties. what kind of young! later, another group of drunken Danes came, who fluttered through the room. there were neither dead nor friendly words. what a social idiot! the clientele has not only developed to the advantage of the park hotel since the interieur has said that. while in the actual rooms still the Dutch tiles create a magical rokoko atmosphere, dominate in the winter garden purple and silver. empire is crossed with art deco and contemporary art of use, and a big bonsai does not have to please everyone. overall, however, a high-quality and, thanks to white shading, still bright environment, in which you can feel well. the toilets are quite grandhotel and deserve the best note. also the service contributed to the pleasant stay. led by the facing chef de rang frau landsiedel, who quickly recognized the single guest and his desire for something “address,” several very young people took care of me. later it turned out that the year of teaching which had been freshly started two days ago had to trust the gast immediately. committed and interested, so it is good, so it should remain. the experienced chefin always gave attentively, was to have for a chat and also the gourmet spoon did not have to be worshipped extra. I was allowed to sample three red until I decided to buy a late burgunder from bercher from bad (6€/0.1l. the aperitif champagner moncuit rosé for 15€ was inexplicably warm to the table, but after the complaint was exchanged under express serious regrets at the same time. to the first steps there was a bottle chardonnay from the bourgogne, with 46€ calculated four times. who goes to the luxury hotel does not need to be surprised by the prices. but it is allowed to shake the head. after ambiente and service, only the kitchen services had to be lit in the gastronomic three-stage. even good things I had put together a little bit because of the menu from the rather conventional card: back and keule from the rabbit (16€ bouillabaisse (15€ half portion pfifferlingsgnocchi (21€ as the main course fried barbarie duenbrust (28€ dessert or cheese I wanted to keep open. the baguette brand karo simply dampened the anticipation abruptly. it just remained the time for a proof photos at the table then it was exchanged for brot in normal baker quality without murren. after all, the crimped square in the glass was loose and sturdy. the unexpectedly rustic amuse compensated. a spinat mushroom with a cheese, which gave orange and lime-seed fresh. the first floor came then flott and in appealing optics on the table. the baked praline of the keulen meat was juicy and well recognizable on the palate. about the back, the fantastic four have been rapped after my memory many years ago: “It could be so juicy. but don’t eat!” in the opposite, bone-dried. and on dry rabbit meat you can chew laaange around. at least one snucky little one would have desired or something fruity. Instead, with piment d’Espelette was sharpened and sauce rouille. for me this made no sense at all; here it was, I'm sure, just about the color effect. that you could have made more useful with red fruits. on the green spargel, however, it did not lie that the teller for me has quite failed in the combination. Unfortunately, the following bouillabaisse, cast on the table, could not really tear the ruder around. not the card, but only the initially “dry” presented in a suggestion that, despite an announced rouille, there was no Mediterranean original coming into the supper plate. assembled were completely taste-free salmon trout talgig with wabbeliger skin similarly fade mussels and in comparison even good, because crunchy garnel with taste. the broth was o.k., pastis aroma misdisplay. most liked the cracky sections of sugar-chods, which already says everything. the announced sauce rouille did not come despite double demand (was probably consumed for the cannon. I also dispensed with the roast bread offered too late to not overload the kitchen. as an intermediate dish I had asked for half a portion gnocchi with pfifferlingen. for that it was (too much. on the bill appeared the corresponding note “0.75”, but that was also no matter. the fresh potato cushions fluffy, filled with inconspicuous mushroom color. the small mushrooms well cleaned and with fine aroma. good (nearly short the spinach, all with not too much parmesan easy to congratulate. clearly the best teller of the evening. but just (because at another, simpler level! before the main course I had asked twice after the dry candy to intervene in the kitchen for a but please maximum pink roasted duck breast. the point: fried and dry. I finally had the faxes thick and became a bit clearer. also here dotted woman landsiedel with customer orientation. the teller disappeared without lifting, it was offered to me the choice between an alternative and a second attempt. I chose the latter and see the meat of “France’s most popular duck” was pink, juicy and convincing. the skin doesn't look like I like it, but with a beautiful reddish note. also the companions good, the kartoffelstampf still a little bit with under lifted goat cheese. strong sauce, good shitty mushrooms and as a surprising fruity component well balanced confiert rhabarber. that was fun. but for the evaluation must be decisive, what the kitchen sends to the hospitable, not the improvement. the course was taken completely from the bill, which had style at least, as well as offering a cheese selection as a “small reparation” that brought a chef azubi to the table and well explained. the portion consisted of stylistic fser, pecorino, in prosecco inserted aperitivo and gorgonzola. there were attractively presented birnenchutney, apfel zwiebel marmelade, figsenf, fruit bread. that was a really fine choice, but of course did not require a large kitchen craft. a selection of petits fours rich neat pâtissier work was completed, although my new friends did not quite wrongly claim a little more crispy of macarons. “The (Russian imperator doesn’t forgive me as easily as I do!” to also shine with a filmcite. I liked the little things. Instead of a coffee, I had ordered a granshopper as a digestive aid, which the bare boss excellently mixed and cooled to the table served. the price of the consumed would have been fully charged at 165€, completely inappropriate. Conclusion: you have style, try very much, but miss the self-set culinary goals clearly. I have arge longed for the old la terrace, also with some balalaika hip hop. with this disappointment ended my tour through the michelin recommendations for crèches. not everything was bad. I see the topaz on the right way and have rediscovered the cats. grashoff and the small local are again a safe bank. the last one was made by the gault