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after a long break due to the move, we finally dined again in the sun in bottmingen. we used to visit the restaurant regularly. at the time we never understood why herrn bamas have been denied the stars and points he has received right now. From the host personally, I was still recognized what the feeling of a return to home has mediated after a long journey. all the tables were booked, the meanwhile publicity of the awards seemed to have fulfilled their purpose. equipped with a lot of hunger, we dared to order the complete “Menue Atelier” for the first time. the first lucullic pleasure reached us in the form of a broth basket. Unfortunately, we will end up asking what the brot is getting from, because a dark nut-spicked brot was something of the best we ever had in fruity olive oil. This led to the fact that, despite the knowledge of the many still following, and the certainty that this will be regretted later, I did not have to make a great deal to empty the broth basket. the at this level now obligate amuse bouche contained a glass with a delicious pumpkin soup. the black drinking straws always served in the sun led to the fact that we were able to pick up every one of them in an insurmountable manner. the world to the left and right was already no matter what time we had, and that's exactly what justifies the price of the high gastronomy! I never at herrn bamas did not eat any appetizer that did not contain anything from the leber of the duck. that the dishes produced therefrom usually have a fruity supplement, is now standard. in the form of the ananas with ingwer, however, this supplement was very special. the real surprise, however, were the curry verses on the leber, this combination was new to me and it tasted after more of them. my wife ass changes in the menue are never a problem- a delicious Maroni soup in which you could have bathed. Continued with the actual high point of the evening: long fried with citrus butter and surrounded by small carrots and (if I remember correctly) celery and still something. delicious, more commentary does not need this appetizer. after a short pitstop with a mandarin sorbet awaited us the main food. a wonderfully delicate roasted calf velvet surrounded by a kartoffel swamp, whose recipe my wife had to know (I like it when pointedly telling such recipes and always start with the set “that is quite simple” although what follows in the ears of laien never sounds “greatly simple” since you were already 5 minutes after that only remembered the half of the necessary carbs. the meat-enveloping sauce fund, however, led to the fact that any cranial ban on the sauce should not be done with broth has become completely irrelevant. you have to do the broth in this sauce, who does not do it is self-degree!Before the intermediate “les Fromages”, gave these to speak. my wife is pretty hot about cheeses, and I don't know them other than that she categorically rejects any soft cheese and especially those from goat's milk. we gave herrn bamas at least the info with the soft cheeses and when he saw that the waitress brought us the “normal” cheese selection, he immediately took away the teller of my wife to provide a personal choice in the kitchen. there was something that you could almost call a miracle: there was now a mild goat cheese on the teller and I saw it already land on my teller. not one piece I got away from, the notorious goat-seedist at least 2 days after that still blackened from the goat-seed. The dessert, consisting of celestial, celestial, white chocolate mousse and a slightly bitter chocolate cream, was just as delicious and had to be cleaned, although since the beginning a feeling of pleasant saturation was signaled from all synapses. when we ordered the espressi, my wife said that she had no more space for friandises. when the waitress then brought the zigarrenbox (at least so the wooden chest looked out) to the table and the little sweet pieces began to introduce, these were also disappearing in the nu in the rake and I, contrary to expect, only received the three pieces that were also intended for me. “Don’t ever say!” the film title matched the announced refusal of the food intake of my wife on this successful evening. a short chat with the chef showed us that despite all his too much rewards he has remained the same as before. courteous, attentive, a master of the kitchen (where the team must be mentioned at least equivalent) and a French charm that gives you the impression of eating at friends. the feeling of the vanity that has now been achieved, the associated happiness and the short foot march to the somewhat further parked car, led to unambiguous manifestations: we come again more often! but not too often, because it would be a real loss if one would take the kitchen of herrn bamas the anticipation through a regularity. In 2017 we also plan to take part in one of his cooking classes. there we then want to check how complicated the “greatly simple” kartoffelstampf really is. merci, monsieur bamas!