Tesoro - Hanover

Tesoro became one of my favorite places on earth in Fall 2017 when I experienced their parmesan cheese wheel in which they tossed warm pasta inside this...

On my birthday (as with Simba) we wanted to return to Tesoro, because this is our tribal Italian. Our taxi driver didn't know the place, but I'm a very experienced coach. I had reserved a table a few days ago (with the wish of a window). The greeting was as warm as ever with old friends. The table we assigned was exactly the one we wanted. The proposed review of our vaccinations was gratefully rejected. Everyone knows what I'm doing here, so there's full confidence. The boss, Mr. Alan, I often meet when shopping in the Metro market. Despite the higher price (13,90) compared to the Roederer, we did not miss a glass of Ruinard blanc de blanc. As always, it was perfectly served. In order not to be so alone with the as always excellent homemade white bread, I ordered together with the champagne 2 times 0.1 Nero d’Avola. The bread basket had to be replaced for a freshly filled one because of my obsession. The father of the chief gave us a sip of olive oil into the small pre-basins. We also realized we've known each other well for 35 years. While the amuse was served, the chief producer introduced us the day ticket. For me there was a Carpaccio di Manzo with truffles and a calf fillet with mushrooms. My wife did not leave her standard order: Vitello tonnato and Pfefferrumpsteak. The amuse consisted of a felt made of a very airy egg slice (like a tortilla with a lot of baking powder and flour). Too much egg for my wife, so I almost had both pieces for me. Now we ordered our standard wine, the Riesling by Bassermann Jordan, which was quickly and perfectly tempered in the ice cup. My appetizer was a little rucolalastic. Rucola is so fashionable that the restaurants are likely to buy it. I don't think it's nice if the rocket leaves are all on the dishes. Oral cutting saves many syringes. Also unhappy I find the dark slate plate for a Carpaccio. Thus it is largely removed from its color effect. The usual interim refreshment this time consisted of a Heather Sorbet, which tasted excellent. As always, my wife had ordered her lapping steak with potatoes and potatoes. Paprika and zucchini don't appreciate them on their plate. My calf fillet with herbs certainly weighs 250 g. Blonde aquitaine are also young. You can't do much wrong with the siders. So you were very good. We had rarely ordered as Gargrade Medium (Rumpsteak) and Medium. It wasn't hit. The Rumpsteak was well done, my fillet medium was good. For me, it's a shame when such beautiful meat is overwhelmed. As a supplement, I had chosen a salad. Here too the problem with the rocket parts remaining in full length. There was no room for a dessert. So my wife only took a Tira-mi-su to take away. I have a tapered vault of Signore Alan-Felipe. In summary, I have to give the service five stars plus, this time only four. We had another SUV as a cab. I think Daimler-Benz doesn't do a favor to offer the E-Class no more than taxi performance.

On my birthday (as with Simba) we wanted to return to Tesoro, because this is our tribal Italian. Our taxi driver didn't know the place, but I'm a very experienced coach. I had reserved a table a few days ago (with the wish of a window). The greeting was as warm as ever with old friends. The table we assigned was exactly the one we wanted. The proposed review of our vaccinations was gratefully rejected. Everyone knows what I'm doing here, so there's full confidence. The boss, Mr. Alan, I often meet when shopping in the Metro market. Despite the higher price (13,90) compared to the Roederer, we did not miss a glass of Ruinard blanc de blanc. As always, it was perfectly served. In order not to be so alone with the as always excellent homemade white bread, I ordered together with the champagne 2 times 0.1 Nero d’Avola. The bread basket had to be replaced for a freshly filled one because of my obsession. The father of the chief gave us a sip of olive oil into the small pre-basins. We also realized we've known each other well for 35 years. While the amuse was served, the chief producer introduced us the day ticket. For me there was a Carpaccio di Manzo with truffles and a calf fillet with mushrooms. My wife did not leave her standard order: Vitello tonnato and Pfefferrumpsteak. The amuse consisted of a felt made of a very airy egg slice (like a tortilla with a lot of baking powder and flour). Too much egg for my wife, so I almost had both pieces for me. Now we ordered our standard wine, the Riesling by Bassermann Jordan, which was quickly and perfectly tempered in the ice cup. My appetizer was a little rucolalastic. Rucola is so fashionable that the restaurants are likely to buy it. I don't think it's nice if the rocket leaves are all on the dishes. Oral cutting saves many syringes. Also unhappy I find the dark slate plate for a Carpaccio. Thus it is largely removed from its color effect. The usual interim refreshment this time consisted of a Heather Sorbet, which tasted excellent. As always, my wife had ordered her lapping steak with potatoes and potatoes. Paprika and zucchini don't appreciate them on their plate. My calf fillet with herbs certainly weighs 250 g. Blonde aquitaine are also young. You can't do much wrong with the siders. So you were very good. We had rarely ordered as Gargrade Medium (Rumpsteak) and Medium. It wasn't hit. The Rumpsteak was well done, my fillet medium was good. For me, it's a shame when such beautiful meat is overwhelmed. As a supplement, I had chosen a salad. Here too the problem with the rocket parts remaining in full length. There was no room for a dessert. So my wife only took a Tira-mi-su to take away. I have a tapered vault of Signore Alan-Felipe. In summary, I have to give the service five stars plus, this time only four. We had another SUV as a cab. I think Daimler-Benz doesn't do a favor to offer the E-Class no more than taxi performance.

On my birthday (as with Simba) we wanted to return to Tesoro, because this is our tribal Italian. Our taxi driver didn't know the place, but I'm a very experienced coach. I had reserved a table a few days ago (with the wish of a window). The greeting was as warm as ever with old friends. The table we assigned was exactly the one we wanted. The proposed review of our vaccinations was gratefully rejected. Everyone knows what I'm doing here, so there's full confidence. The boss, Mr. Alan, I often meet when shopping in the Metro market. Despite the higher price (13,90) compared to the Roederer, we did not miss a glass of Ruinard blanc de blanc. As always, it was perfectly served. In order not to be so alone with the as always excellent homemade white bread, I ordered together with the champagne 2 times 0.1 Nero d’Avola. The bread basket had to be replaced for a freshly filled one because of my obsession. The father of the chief gave us a sip of olive oil into the small pre-basins. We also realized we've known each other well for 35 years. While the amuse was served, the chief producer introduced us the day ticket. For me there was a Carpaccio di Manzo with truffles and a calf fillet with mushrooms. My wife did not leave her standard order: Vitello tonnato and Pfefferrumpsteak. The amuse consisted of a felt made of a very airy egg slice (like a tortilla with a lot of baking powder and flour). Too much egg for my wife, so I almost had both pieces for me. Now we ordered our standard wine, the Riesling by Bassermann Jordan, which was quickly and perfectly tempered in the ice cup. My appetizer was a little rucolalastic. Rucola is so fashionable that the restaurants are likely to buy it. I don't think it's nice if the rocket leaves are all on the dishes. Oral cutting saves many syringes. Also unhappy I find the dark slate plate for a Carpaccio. Thus it is largely removed from its color effect. The usual interim refreshment this time consisted of a Heather Sorbet, which tasted excellent. As always, my wife had ordered her lapping steak with potatoes and potatoes. Paprika and zucchini don't appreciate them on their plate. My calf fillet with herbs certainly weighs 250 g. Blonde aquitaine are also young. You can't do much wrong with the siders. So you were very good. We had rarely ordered as Gargrade Medium (Rumpsteak) and Medium. It wasn't hit. The Rumpsteak was well done, my fillet medium was good. For me, it's a shame when such beautiful meat is overwhelmed. As a supplement, I had chosen a salad. Here too the problem with the rocket parts remaining in full length. There was no room for a dessert. So my wife only took a Tira-mi-su to take away. I have a tapered vault of Signore Alan-Felipe. In summary, I have to give the service five stars plus, this time only four. We had another SUV as a cab. I think Daimler-Benz doesn't do a favor to offer the E-Class no more than taxi performance.

On my birthday (as with Simba) we wanted to return to Tesoro, because this is our tribal Italian. Our taxi driver didn't know the place, but I'm a very experienced coach. I had reserved a table a few days ago (with the wish of a window). The greeting was as warm as ever with old friends. The table we assigned was exactly the one we wanted. The proposed review of our vaccinations was gratefully rejected. Everyone knows what I'm doing here, so there's full confidence. The boss, Mr. Alan, I often meet when shopping in the Metro market. Despite the higher price (13,90) compared to the Roederer, we did not miss a glass of Ruinard blanc de blanc. As always, it was perfectly served. In order not to be so alone with the as always excellent homemade white bread, I ordered together with the champagne 2 times 0.1 Nero d’Avola. The bread basket had to be replaced for a freshly filled one because of my obsession. The father of the chief gave us a sip of olive oil into the small pre-basins. We also realized we've known each other well for 35 years. While the amuse was served, the chief producer introduced us the day ticket. For me there was a Carpaccio di Manzo with truffles and a calf fillet with mushrooms. My wife did not leave her standard order: Vitello tonnato and Pfefferrumpsteak. The amuse consisted of a felt made of a very airy egg slice (like a tortilla with a lot of baking powder and flour). Too much egg for my wife, so I almost had both pieces for me. Now we ordered our standard wine, the Riesling by Bassermann Jordan, which was quickly and perfectly tempered in the ice cup. My appetizer was a little rucolalastic. Rucola is so fashionable that the restaurants are likely to buy it. I don't think it's nice if the rocket leaves are all on the dishes. Oral cutting saves many syringes. Also unhappy I find the dark slate plate for a Carpaccio. Thus it is largely removed from its color effect. The usual interim refreshment this time consisted of a Heather Sorbet, which tasted excellent. As always, my wife had ordered her lapping steak with potatoes and potatoes. Paprika and zucchini don't appreciate them on their plate. My calf fillet with herbs certainly weighs 250 g. Blonde aquitaine are also young. You can't do much wrong with the siders. So you were very good. We had rarely ordered as Gargrade Medium (Rumpsteak) and Medium. It wasn't hit. The Rumpsteak was well done, my fillet medium was good. For me, it's a shame when such beautiful meat is overwhelmed. As a supplement, I had chosen a salad. Here too the problem with the rocket parts remaining in full length. There was no room for a dessert. So my wife only took a Tira-mi-su to take away. I have a tapered vault of Signore Alan-Felipe. In summary, I have to give the service five stars plus, this time only four. We had another SUV as a cab. I think Daimler-Benz doesn't do a favor to offer the E-Class no more than taxi performance.