Hunting Lodge

The nightmare materialized. Really only for the tough. The musty was really to feel very much. The staff tried to be polite, but looking at their hands, greasy, dirty clothes, and faces as if I had ever seen them at the Holešovice railway station late at night - all of them sent signals that it was a big mess or a hidden camera for an American show. Unfortunately, I did not find hidden cameras and "hapyjend" did not take place either. The daughter, otherwise very talkative, didn't even choke. Because, instead of choosing a wife, she tried to find something positive - from her otherwise embarrassed expression, I understood that any prickly remark would ruin the whole Sunday. So we sat so quietly and tried not to imagine the magic that is done in the local cuisine. In the meantime, still water in Saguaro 0.5L plastic landed on our table for 25 CZK (Today, July 27, 2020, I found the price of 1.5 L for 5 CZK on the net). Stunned by the environment, we continued to order. Jupíí, garlic would come in handy - 50 CZK / plate - they were not the worst, but ..... My daughter is a classic steak and I recommend all parents not to mention burnt oil in the restaurant before eating. "Daddy, what is burnt oil. Ass, all the way to the car" When I explained to her what was burnt oil in the car, her stomach heaved, and my wife followed, and Sunday was completely over .... Anyway, the payment came and I was asked to the next room. There was a ticket with my order on the table. Another fighter came, and I was no longer surprised by anything. Only the stench of sweat irritated me a little. He desperately clicked the final amount on the calculator on the third try. I don't normally do that, but I asked for a receipt. "Here he is," the gentleman pointed to a comma. I say, "Okay, and now the real one, please." The Lord got up insultingly and disappeared into the kitchen, from where the owner and cook in one person stepped forward. She held a stamp and an income tax document in her hand. I asked if it would be faster from the cash register. She ignored this remark. I refused to leave the tip here, so I let the lady look for 30 CZK for some time. Hello Hygiene, COKO, where are you ???? I give one star because I have to, otherwise I would not be able to publish this review. I recommend: who is not indifferent to health, to avoid this place by arching. I'm sorry Svojkova has this anchor on her leg. Otherwise beautiful surroundings.

I'm not in the habit of commenting on something somewhere, but at this "restaurant" I have compassion for possible other visitors. Unfortunately, it did not occur to me to look at the reviews before I entered (something like that is no longer expected nowadays), so at least for those who think of informing in advance. I recommend studying the previous reviews, I would sign any of the negative ones without hesitation. If you want to indulge in a truly bizarre experience (or pass a beaver of courage), you are in the right place. It will not hurt to supply enough charcoal, endiaron, toilet paper in advance, and individuals with a weaker stomach will not make a mistake if they also get bags for vomiting. My personal experience was with baking: the first bite was contact with the bone, then I started sorting. I disassembled the material into two roughly equal piles, one containing bones and their fragments, cartilage, etc., the other meat (including more than half of the fat). Even in the meat, however, there were bone fragments, so it could only be consumed with caution. It had a certain advantage, I didn't have time to perceive the taste too much, for which I couldn't decide whether it was so strangely spicy or whether it was already starting to ferment. After a forced stop in the bushes about 10 minutes after ingestion and additional study of the reviews, I clearly lean towards the second variant. The cabbage my girlfriend had was in a similar "quality." I have to say for myself that I have been eating out all my life all the time, but the last sajrajt last got into my mouth 40 years ago in the war. A separate chapter is the toilets, in which SAVO "smelled" in a stunning way, but still failed to create the impression of cleanliness. As I was leaving, I wanted to shout, "Pohlreich on you!", But I realized that if this gentleman (whom I quite like) entered there, his hair would probably grow in horror just to make him turn gray. I would conclude by saying that if the staff in this company does not change, do not consume anything in which they could somehow push their paws, so a maximum of bottled beer, bottled water, etc. But even there, you better check the expiration date. And last but not least, if it is open, you should rather use the services of a nearby (approx. 40 m) kiosk.

Run, who you can! Here, experiential gastronomy takes place in its worst form ? The chateau looks quite nice from the outside, but we have never experienced what is happening inside. Upon our arrival, two totally drunken men rose from the table with an almost drunk bottle of domestic wine, and from their appearance we discovered in disbelief that they were a waiter and a cook. Inside, where the freshness was not full, we ordered a beer, received a sheet of paper on which was handwritten a relatively decent menu, and went to the dilapidated table in the garden to absorb the initial shock and decide what to do next. The braver of us ordered kulajda, because we decided that the chef was already ready here and he wouldn't have to spoil it too much. We ate it with distrust and evaluated it surprisingly quite tasty. But a certain distrust of the whole environment still marked it all. Unfortunately, the situation worsened when the chef began to verbally insult us and threaten physical assault, the waiter apologized, but we rather hurriedly went to the next stall for a hot dog, there the world is still fine.

Nice surroundings and nice building on the outside. For the rest, I regret reading the reviews after the experience. Stale, dirt and I wouldn't believe how much fried cheese and lemonade can go wrong.

In a word, a massacre, I thought nothing could surprise me anymore, but this is really a force. Thank god my 6 sense to send me SOS before ordering and we left. I read the reviews later and I'm sorry for everyone who ate here or the poor will eat. Dirt, dirt, just disgusting. Avoid the arch.

On the way to Modlivý důl, we stopped for coffee in the Zámeček Pension. The first surprise for us was that the building is visually friendly from the outside, with unsightly interior fittings and a very strange musty smell. We breathed the initial shock and bravely found at least a little clean table. We received a handwritten menu in euros from the staff. After asking what kind of coffee they make, we learned that only Turks or soluble people can do it, but only the owner can do the rest, who, if she is here, will make her a "penguin" because he can't do it with capsules, because he's a part-time worker. At that moment, we understood that we could only dream of a good coffee, which we were looking forward to. After a short hesitation, we preferred to leave this "friendly" guesthouse quickly, because we lost more than one appetite for coffee, but also a good mood. The surroundings are beautiful and it is a pity that the owners of this very special enterprise cannot take advantage of the uniqueness of this place. We are also surprised that this company will pass without hygiene control. I give one star, but only because it is not possible to enter reviews otherwise. If I had to evaluate, they would get at least -5 from me.

I recommend a visit only to hardy individuals. We had a beer here, that was good, but we were glad we didn't eat anything else.