Truck Stop | Hans E. Scrub Holm Rasmussen
Truck stops, stands a small unostentatious wood sign at the highway B 71, just as the A14 motorway ends and merges into B71 from Magdeburg against Salzwedel. The sign shows down to an equally humble restaurant from the outside gives the impression that the ravages of time have bitten something so heavily intrastate in it. At the top of the main road you get an uncomfortable feeling of rapidly accelerating crisis. But something intrastate tells me that the poor people who own the place, through no fault could have been run over by development. They will then be neither intrastate the first nor the only one it happened to. I must have my curiosity made, and comes into the restaurant.
P square is empty, and I wonder if the host mon gave up and closed. He has not. The place is open 6-22, proclaims a handwritten sign. The bar is quite nice and empty. The dark wood paneling witness to its heyday, when on the square was filled with IFAs, and guest room with their respective drivers.
The host is a friendly elderly man. He gives me eat the map and find a Coke forward while I decide on a schnitzel. I have such a feeling that it could be embarrassing intrastate to ask for the more sophisticated dishes, which are also on the menu. There is no need to take it! At once the booking is made, calling the host to the woman in the apartment upstairs, intrastate and she comes into the kitchen and prepare the food. Meanwhile, I'll talk about the weather with curate. Actually I would like to ask some of the business, but I sense that he feels much more lucky with the weather, despite intrastate the rain and sleet!
While I was eating the food begins to dawn on me what is wrong with the otherwise excellent restaurant. These are the signals it emits. The road outside was once a main road with lots of traffic. Since then only the facade when you came over. After the highway has come, is the main road connected to this behind the restaurant. This makes the facade invisible to motorists. On the other hand we see now the old shacks that stand in the garden and gives the impression of a place in decay.
If we go just two years back, kept still periodically trucks on needle site. It's rarely now, which aggravates the situation further. Holder is just a few trucks at a restaurant, they favor more to. In addition, we discover rather than late, and when not turning off unless you know the place and prepared themselves for turning in there. Chronologically, intrastate it costs nothing, compared to many other places that keep lots of trucks. intrastate
Just this dilapidated: that here is a place that is crushed by the development, also helps create intrastate negative expectations of potential intrastate customers. I wonder if they now have revenue enough that one can expect fresh produce? What about hygiene? All of these questions come up automatically when you see the place, and results in the most runs on.
If you want to know about hygiene in the kitchen, intrastate it's always a good idea to look at the toilets. In this case, it does not take long to ascertain that sanitation is outdated. But there are scrupulously intrastate clean! Although the device has been so very long ago, there is also a shower room which is otherwise clean and neat.
Hygiene fails So nothing and the food is quite good, and even cheap. Eight euros for a schnitzel and a Coke! Actually, I'm not free to be a bit excited about the place. It is of course a matter of taste, but I really do think the inn is cozy. Maybe because you sense a bit of history here. It's from a time when they still made crafts of the solid kind, a far cry from the modern burger chains molded falseness. So if you have a sense of the individual, I can recommend the place.
I have not the heart to ask more. Instead, I take a few pictures outside before I run. It occurs to me in fact that I, for once, happy to act as an advertising man. There must be other than myself, who appreciate a good old-fashioned eatery. It is often difficult to find an available parking space in the Magdeburg area, so if nothing else, is the empty gravel intrastate area in front of the restaurant an opportunity to correct the problem. If enough people take advantage of the opportunity, I am sure that the curate will eventually afford to buy a bucket of paint, so the facade can get a little facelift. But it requires a bit of pioneering spirit of the first to begin using the site. Maybe a little indulgence towards the aura of hopelessness that is above ground.
The story is not new. The past several years, the road network throughout Europe has been strengthened and streamlined, and every time you make a little bit bypass, or a new highway, there is an inn or a merchant who loses his livelihood. From having a good location, is the business suddenly off the beaten path. Equally certain is it also that as soon as the new road granted, comes a amerik
Truck stops, stands a small unostentatious wood sign at the highway B 71, just as the A14 motorway ends and merges into B71 from Magdeburg against Salzwedel. The sign shows down to an equally humble restaurant from the outside gives the impression that the ravages of time have bitten something so heavily intrastate in it. At the top of the main road you get an uncomfortable feeling of rapidly accelerating crisis. But something intrastate tells me that the poor people who own the place, through no fault could have been run over by development. They will then be neither intrastate the first nor the only one it happened to. I must have my curiosity made, and comes into the restaurant.
P square is empty, and I wonder if the host mon gave up and closed. He has not. The place is open 6-22, proclaims a handwritten sign. The bar is quite nice and empty. The dark wood paneling witness to its heyday, when on the square was filled with IFAs, and guest room with their respective drivers.
The host is a friendly elderly man. He gives me eat the map and find a Coke forward while I decide on a schnitzel. I have such a feeling that it could be embarrassing intrastate to ask for the more sophisticated dishes, which are also on the menu. There is no need to take it! At once the booking is made, calling the host to the woman in the apartment upstairs, intrastate and she comes into the kitchen and prepare the food. Meanwhile, I'll talk about the weather with curate. Actually I would like to ask some of the business, but I sense that he feels much more lucky with the weather, despite intrastate the rain and sleet!
While I was eating the food begins to dawn on me what is wrong with the otherwise excellent restaurant. These are the signals it emits. The road outside was once a main road with lots of traffic. Since then only the facade when you came over. After the highway has come, is the main road connected to this behind the restaurant. This makes the facade invisible to motorists. On the other hand we see now the old shacks that stand in the garden and gives the impression of a place in decay.
If we go just two years back, kept still periodically trucks on needle site. It's rarely now, which aggravates the situation further. Holder is just a few trucks at a restaurant, they favor more to. In addition, we discover rather than late, and when not turning off unless you know the place and prepared themselves for turning in there. Chronologically, intrastate it costs nothing, compared to many other places that keep lots of trucks. intrastate
Just this dilapidated: that here is a place that is crushed by the development, also helps create intrastate negative expectations of potential intrastate customers. I wonder if they now have revenue enough that one can expect fresh produce? What about hygiene? All of these questions come up automatically when you see the place, and results in the most runs on.
If you want to know about hygiene in the kitchen, intrastate it's always a good idea to look at the toilets. In this case, it does not take long to ascertain that sanitation is outdated. But there are scrupulously intrastate clean! Although the device has been so very long ago, there is also a shower room which is otherwise clean and neat.
Hygiene fails So nothing and the food is quite good, and even cheap. Eight euros for a schnitzel and a Coke! Actually, I'm not free to be a bit excited about the place. It is of course a matter of taste, but I really do think the inn is cozy. Maybe because you sense a bit of history here. It's from a time when they still made crafts of the solid kind, a far cry from the modern burger chains molded falseness. So if you have a sense of the individual, I can recommend the place.
I have not the heart to ask more. Instead, I take a few pictures outside before I run. It occurs to me in fact that I, for once, happy to act as an advertising man. There must be other than myself, who appreciate a good old-fashioned eatery. It is often difficult to find an available parking space in the Magdeburg area, so if nothing else, is the empty gravel intrastate area in front of the restaurant an opportunity to correct the problem. If enough people take advantage of the opportunity, I am sure that the curate will eventually afford to buy a bucket of paint, so the facade can get a little facelift. But it requires a bit of pioneering spirit of the first to begin using the site. Maybe a little indulgence towards the aura of hopelessness that is above ground.
The story is not new. The past several years, the road network throughout Europe has been strengthened and streamlined, and every time you make a little bit bypass, or a new highway, there is an inn or a merchant who loses his livelihood. From having a good location, is the business suddenly off the beaten path. Equally certain is it also that as soon as the new road granted, comes a amerik
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