Bergen F.
Yelp
Maybe we were just unlucky. We showed up early on a Saturday evening with the place about half full. We'd seen the reviews and were looking forward to a real fress. With plenty of outdoor seating on a warm day, there was beer in our future as well.
Despite our temporarily mislaid reservation, things got off to a good start - friendly staff and not too long a wait for some cold ones, crisp flammekueche, and soft pretzels. The menu said the pretzels would come with landjäger sausages... but they didn't. Our server said, "Oh, is that still on the menu?" Aha.
Anyway, we enjoyed sharing a few bites with our brews, and we probably could have gone home happy if we had just quit there. But there were still entrées to come.
They didn't come, though.
Not soon, anyway.
Ho-hum.
An hour after sitting down?
Nope.
Our server, gifted with frankness, came to ask if we wanted more drinks, but not before saying, "Oh, where's your dinner?" She read our minds!
Well, our dinner did come a little while afterward.
By this time, though, we'd sort of lost our momentum. The portions were enormous and just seemed like too much. The tranche of salmon was poached perfectly, but the microgreens on top were drenched in dressing that was just too acidic. When you already have tomato-ginger water down below, you don't need the extra acid. The chicken schnitzel, which should have been the star of the menu, was dry - and big enough to have come from a Thanksgiving turkey. The Nürnberg sausages were okay, as was the spätzle.
Half an hour earlier, we might have dug in with more gusto. But after waiting, the food really needed to be special to make us devour it. And I'm sorry to say, it wasn't.
Before we left, our honest-to-a-fault server added that the staff had gone gaga over some minor television actor seated at the next table, a guy we hadn't even recognized. Maybe that kerfuffle affected the timeliness of service to our table, but who knows.
Others have clearly had better experiences here, so we wondered how the kitchen got into the weeds so early, even on the weekend. Anyway, it is what it is: the five stars that shrank... ever so slowly... to three.