Berghof - Schleching

Yesterday we came back after a week holiday at Berggasthof Streichen. Never much of me the farewell so hard. The view from the Berggasthof is breathtaking. The rooms are simply original. Double room with running cold and warm water. Right next to the shower and two toilets. You will be good and the food is so delicious that you miss the words. A rich breakfast awaits you every morning, leaving nothing to be desired. As a holidaymaker you can drive to the Berggasthof by car and the view is unique day and night. This mountain house is my first address from today when I make vacation there.

On the weekend, the hikers, who expressed their head with more or less tired feet, almost again the hair of Franz. They just have a walk of fifteen minutes behind them, because their polished status symbol parks in the middle of the forest in front of the sign on the forest road fork. If that were not the case, the megaromantic string church would be baptized every Sunday in the petrol dunst, which is expressed. Before I go to the cross, I pack myself on my own nose, because in forty years I didn't manage to climb up the bored path from the clobstone. For this, I am more often heroic here and beg the surviving Christopherus, so that he puts a good word for me in the little boy on his shoulder. He was often not easy, my zigzag course through the many years and without my director about the cumulus clouds I would look quite old. Inside. Probably the little one had invented it that Cardinal Wetter personally celebrated my last official worship at the BR here. It rained in streams. I understood Him. Today, a snuckly cuddly November sun seems because Martin shares his coat with a beggar. From the fireplace of the former Mesnerhaus, innocent white smoke crawls, it smells like pork roasts and wild goulash. The sun rays create it just over the ruin heads up to the Chiemseealm, which the Franz has built, by way of example and in the ground, only from wood. Not with thin construction boards. Strong and cowardly she stands there, looking down to the valley and over to the rock and the rocky wall. My non-inferior wooden bump of modern times! That was for my regular customers now. Marry up in the church rl, look out at the Kaisergebrige Busseln and then in the Straw Meierhütten tafeln miraculous! Way of sentimentality, we count in the reality of the mixed salad its ingredients: potato, carrots, herb (preparatively caraway), radish, cucumbers and some leaves. There I know, God knows, many, many poor opposites in the flat country. However, I would have liked some sweetness at the salad sauce on steep mountain hills. The two slices of pork, blue herb (9,50 EUR) are murky and nowhere fat, forcibly a little dry. The Semmelknödel is well seasoned. Everything superbly prepared by the kloana Buam something depressed! He's not here anymore! The romantic wooden bump, which has always encouraged me the tired hiker's back, when the sun had long turned off the golden edge at the latitude and rock. In his place, a log cabin, the string alm, with an original covered roof and a veranda and beer benches were ravaged. The view from here to the long dark valley and the crisp back of the ramp wall has remained, but on wooden strings it leans more romantic than on a wooden wall, even if it has been so picturesquely decorated. The mostly North and East German words were drawn down to the valley after they had been well-lubbed and successfully lost the home march with spiritual waters. Her cherries on the forest road became quieter (still the family carriage has to remain on the hiking parking lot) so that the velvety evening cool could return uninterrupted the red from the liter bottle, as at the wedding to Kanaa, also miraculously, to the vicinity of a Mouton Rothschild. Otherwise, nothing has changed in the Strohmeyersleinod below the high-time chapel of St. Servatius. Franz Strohmeyer the younger took over the operation in the eighties, in which Andreas, the son of Hans Strohmeyer, in the kitchen already grows the succession generation. With the pot back alone it is not done on strike. You need a very healthy modesty and a lot of joy at home to be happy here, the host told me. ? On Monday, on the really deserved rest day, when on weekends with magnificent hiking weather tens of thousands of liverspetles (2.60 EUR) and a thousand wild boar roasts with semmelknödel, blue herb, cranberries, acc. Salad plate (13.60 EUR) if it had been sent out of the kitchen, a thirsty hiker still gets a drink when he is already there. The French thinks convincing. And he's mostly there. For as a real church economist, he has, of course, the key power over the shindly-covered church rl, in which a cleverly overpowered Christopherus carries the little Jesus through the tearing Tyrolean Ache drunten in the duck hole klamm. In the predella of the right side altar one can wonder about a very rare representation of the Son of Man, because he plays alongside his mother Maria in a stable. Like all children! And it certainly needed many Christopherusse,

They told me: Here my one of the best Viennese carvings in the region can eat ....nun just with right roast potatoes and fried in butter. A lot of tourists are walking on the parking lot and on the wide Forstraße to the Berggasthof. If you come out of the forest you have a dream harbour view into the valley, and if you get a place on the terrace on a beer bench in beautiful weather, you do not necessarily sit confortable, but you can still enjoy the beautiful view. Well, Wienerschnitzel did not eat, but: a wild cream soup, a beard cream soup, and as main courses: trout miller with salt potatoes and vegetables and deer medallions in cream with semmelknödel and vegetables. The wild cream soup was a little fad but not bad, it wasn't really a cream soup but there was a cream bonnet on it and also bought rock hardy croutons. The beard soup did not taste like a fairy-tale and was very grayish instead of green, a sign that this is warm for hours. In the main courses of my trout missing salt and in the potatoes you can't make much wrong, but the vegetables were a freak! Frozen mixed vegetables to the extreme boiled and very brown when it was reheated all week.... The deer medallions were well roasted yet not really convinced, thanks to the same vegetables! When I tried the deer medallions, I noticed that the sauce was my wild cream soup. The best food was the supplement salads!

Urige farsicht mit kircherl On weekends, hikers who expressed their head with more or less tired feet, to whom Franz almost eaten his hair. They just have a march of fifteen minutes behind them, because their polished status symbol parks in the middle of the forest in front of the lock plate at the forest road fork. If that weren't the case, the megaromantic string church would be baptized every Sunday in the petrol dunst. Before I go to the cross, I pack myself on my own nose, because in forty years I didn't manage to climb up the bored path from the clobstone. For this, I am more often heroic here and I bet on the surviving Christophorus so that he puts a good word for me in the little boy on his shoulder. He was often not easy, my zigzag course through the many years and without my director about the cumulus clouds I would look quite old. Inside. Probably the little one had invented it that Cardinal Wetter personally celebrated my last official worship at the BR here. It rained in streams. I understood Him. Today, a skewer-poor November sun appears, because Martin shares his coat with a beggar. From the fireplace of the former Mesnerhaus, innocent white smoke crawls, it smells like pork roasts and wild goulash. The sun rays create it just over the ruin heads up to the Chiemseealm, which the Franz has built, by way of example and in the ground, only from wood. Not with thin construction boards. Strong and cowardly she stands there, looking down to the valley and over to the rock and the rocky wall of the camp. My non-inferior wooden bump of modern times! That was for my regular readers now. Droben married in the church rl, look out at the Kaisergebirge Busseln and then in the Strohmeyerhüttn tafeln miraculous! Away from sentimentality, we count in the reality of the mixed salad its ingredients: potato, carrots, herb (probably caraway, radish, cucumbers and some leaves. There I know, God knows, many, many poor opposites in the flat country. However, I would have liked to have some sweetness on the salad sauce on a steep mountain hill. The two slices of pork roast, blue herb (9,50 € are murky and nowhere fat, forcibly a little dry. The Semmelknödel is well seasoned. Everything superbly prepared by the kloana Buam hopefully expressed love!

From almost every point of the beautiful Bavarian municipality of Schleching you can see white in the sunlight shiny the string church and the string inn high on the mountain. Whether as a car sailor or hiker, a trip up to the mountain for petting is always worth it. On the one hand, the church is beautiful to look at and refers to a very own history. On the other hand, the inn with its terrace and beer garden attracts an overwhelming panorama. Deep down you can see the wide Achental, opposite slightly increases the impressive mountain range of Kampenwand and Geigelstein. Sitting there in the afternoon with coffee and cakes or a defensive bread time, always accustoms you with the world is another person when you leave the pranks.