Schiffercafe Kiel

The purchase was finished, but the next appointment was only in just two hours. Driving home was pointless, as the appointment was still further away from home north of the NOK (North East Canal). So the opportunity to go back to a cafe. My proposal, the Schiffercafe in Kiel-Holtenau, was enthusiastically accepted by Madame. She already knew this place, I haven't. We found a parking lot right before the access to the Tiessenkai and went the small piece to the cafe. At the entrance no one was seen by the staff, a sign at the counter announced “self-service!”, four of the five tables in the main guest room were occupied. We immediately took the fifth table in fitting, and while Madame solved an urgent disposal problem, I saw the panels described with chalk next to and behind the vault. It only took a look at the cake offerings behind the glass pane, then the case was clear for me (even if Günter Neutze hasn't solved criminal cases for years now. When Madame then returned to the table in a simple way, I pointed them to my favorites. This time she was “dran”, waited at the counter for operation and then ordered two cappuccino (each 3,00 € and two pieces of dark cherry cake (each 2,40 €). The cake pieces were placed promptly on plates, we had to wait a few minutes for the products of the scuba and smoky coffee machine. Finally, the machine was finished and we were able to receive our coffee specialities in our own cups. On top there was an extremely stable milk foam, the sweetening pills had to be sunk with the help of the spoon. The cappuccino was really good and with a strong coffee taste, the cherry cake tasted even better than it looked. So it's decided. Our table stood right at the window, so we had not only the interior well in sight, but also the events at the dock. And there it went round, in succession several Dutch traditional sailors placed right in front of the door. From one of the old ships a whole school class crawled down, split up the remaining proviant and was then picked up by Mom or Dad or both. It was quite amusing for us. When the Oslo ferry came out from the village, it was time for us to leave this hospitable place.

The purchase was finished, but the next appointment was only in just two hours. Driving home was pointless, as the appointment was still further away from home north of the NOK (North East Canal). So the opportunity to go back to a cafe. My proposal, the Schiffercafe in Kiel-Holtenau, was enthusiastically accepted by Madame. She already knew this place, I haven't. We found a parking lot right before the access to the Tiessenkai and went the small piece to the cafe. At the entrance no one was seen by the staff, a sign at the counter announced “self-service!”, four of the five tables in the main guest room were occupied. We immediately took the fifth table in fitting, and while Madame solved an urgent disposal problem, I saw the panels described with chalk next to and behind the vault. It only took a look at the cake offerings behind the glass pane, then the case was clear for me (even if Günter Neutze hasn't solved criminal cases for years now. When Madame then returned to the table in a simple way, I pointed them to my favorites. This time she was “dran”, waited at the counter for operation and then ordered two cappuccino (each 3,00 € and two pieces of dark cherry cake (each 2,40 €). The cake pieces were placed promptly on plates, we had to wait a few minutes for the products of the scuba and smoky coffee machine. Finally, the machine was finished and we were able to receive our coffee specialities in our own cups. On top there was an extremely stable milk foam, the sweetening pills had to be sunk with the help of the spoon. The cappuccino was really good and with a strong coffee taste, the cherry cake tasted even better than it looked. So it's decided. Our table stood right at the window, so we had not only the interior well in sight, but also the events at the dock. And there it went round, in succession several Dutch traditional sailors placed right in front of the door. From one of the old ships a whole school class crawled down, split up the remaining proviant and was then picked up by Mom or Dad or both. It was quite amusing for us. When the Oslo ferry came out from the village, it was time for us to leave this hospitable place.