Today was the day for beetroots. The beetroot soup of my wife and the beetroot ravioli with pistacchio butter and cicorino rosso were top class. The Spätlese Zunftwein from Hallau was very enjoyable. But the restaurant knew very well how to pair this also with the other end of the spectrum: today I experienced my probably most boring porched egg. What poor chicken was that, that produced this miracle of tastelessness. The service was as friendly as tense, if not stressed. Overall a pleasant experience that was almost worth its price.