“Freedom is the freedom to play cards.”
In this place—where joy is rationed and harmless camaraderie is monitored with the fervor of a totalitarian state—we dared to sit, cards in hand, ready to engage in the most innocent of human pleasures: a game. No money changed hands, no wagers were placed, no rules were broken save for the unwritten law that dictates that all laughter must be subdued, all leisure approved by unseen eyes.
The staff, acting as enforcers of some unspoken decree, descended upon us with the zeal of those who believe that order must prevail, even at the expense of reason. “No card games,” they proclaimed, as though the shuffling of cards might summon chaos itself. Our explanations fell on deaf ears, our intentions dismissed.
This establishment, with its draconian policies and Kafkaesque enforcement, stands as a monument to the stifling of harmless joy. We came for fellowship, for conversation, for the simple pleasure of playing a game—but we left under the weight of an oppression that speaks volumes about the soul of this place.
If you value spontaneity, creativity, or even the slightest whiff of freedom, steer clear of this dour house of rules. For here, the party is not yours to enjoy—it belongs to the Party.
And as if to crown their ineptitude, the virgin mojito—bereft of its very essence—arrived without sugar. Imagine a mocktail so devoid of sweetness that it mirrored the sterile, joyless atmosphere of the establishment itself. Even in its purity, it was a disappointment.
Two stars because they played...
Read moreThe location and food are quite ok. Au contraire the staff is missing some manners. The cafe was almost empty. We wanted to sit at a table next to the window but our request got denied because it was for four persons and not two. Ok, fair enough. We sat at a corner at a table for two and after having our dinner ( the cafe was still almost empty, only two tables occupied) we were having our coffee and we were asked by the manager to move to another table because that one was reserved. I asked if we could finish our coffee first. With not such a great gesture the person said “ okay fine”. Immediately after the man that had reserved the table arrived and the cafe manager spoke to him in German apologizing and both of them laughed and looked to us. It was my mother’s retirement trip and i regret I invited her to this place. To be honest, im quite surprised and i find it a waste that such an administration occupies such a beautiful place. I have never experienced such a thing, after traveling to so many countries in all...
Read moreSpontaneous visit for an Aperol Spritz and tiramisu, which was very creamy, rich layered and flavoured, and I am not even the biggest fan of it. The overall ambience (both inside and outside, facing the museum and main shopping street) and atmosphere is quite sophisticated, and rather distinct from majority regular restaurants you can find in Munich — no wonder for Maximilianstraße, which of course mirrors in prices and public, mix of tourists and posh/wannabe posh crowd. Nice terrace area, which actually resembles the terrace, and not just tables with chairs randomly standing on the sidewalk fighting for space with pedestrians - suitable for long stay and some relaxed drinks. Overall I left with a good impression and curious to dine in once, although couldn’t help noticing that our waiting staff looked rather uninterested and was on a slower side, which doesn’t look like an expectional case according to...
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