Emeline V.
Yelp
It's difficult to find the words to describe Dallmayr. The first that springs to mind in my case is "grand". I have been to delikatessen-type stores before, but in terms of scope, nothing comes close to Dallmayr, which occupies nearly a block.Which door to use? Which way to go? Every department is hidden in a little nook, on the sides of a central alleyway, which I think, makes the shopping experience cumbersome. I just find the decor dream-like: the stone arcades, the tasteful yet lavish displays, the white and blue uniforms of the staff..I've never seen such beautiful fruits, or such pink salmon. Even more inpressive, they make their own pasta on the premises. A lot of shops do all of this, but Dallmayr does it all and is expected to maintain quality standards.
They have their own wine, their own coffee (which apparently is their speciality and is wunderbar), a selection of cigars, a restaurant and a bistro, as well as a selection of dishes to go... The atmosphere is slightly stiff, as you would expect.
All the German comments whine about how you only meet tourists here. I can certify that I only heard pure German while in the store..
The shop is an absolute hell for someone like me, who likes pretty presentation: little jars of everything abound. Limoncello and cream, Christmas honey, Gluhwein, advent calendars, all the Stollen you can eat, all in multi-colored paper, and silver bows..
They also carry gjetost cheese, my precious, at really reasonable price!
The lack of space is a major downside (be ready to hug everyone coming your way or waiting in line with you). I think when a shop gives you this sort of enchanting experience - at least it does for me - along with quality, then the price is a necessary evil. What is unacceptable is the size of their cakes. They're all too small.