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gaumentanz

tired of spaghetti and pizza? in the > gaumentanz, the palatine dances (> gaumentanz=dance of the palatine). it is not quite clear what finally caused all the dancing. but that doesn’t matter.

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hier tanzt der gaumen.

Bild: pd

it used to be a tea room, I am told. just as well, as long as there is something good to eat here. so we enter through a long hallway into the eating area where a waitress with a three-button-blouse (clearly her favour, name: victoria, without secrets) instantly explains the menu to us. still, I don’t get what could be devoured here, but to my relief, the menu is short, and so I soon go for something that sounds exotic. then, it takes a while, but being a clichee-used capital citizen, I forgive easily. even more because the direct view into the kitchen confirmes that these guys are pretty stressed (how was that with the jobs? oh, ok, we got fewer and fewer every year).

finally the music plays, and my palatine doesn’t mind going for a dance, and the same is valid for my companions. of course, like it is supposed to be, after the palatine dancing, the bills have to do quite a dance. I don’t care, got my credit card with me.

allright, check it out, it’s quite ok.

naaso