Ammerschlag - Tübingen

It's Saturday. It's evening and chocolate market. Tübingen is stacked on the marketplace. Tübingen? No! A devastated doll wanders through the city and is looking for a pub for the rest of the evening. The excited group discussion ends with the statement “Everything, only no fishing beer!”. Over the course of the munter search, it is obvious that even more chocolate extracts are on the go – the pubs are all overcrowded. The path leads to the Ammergasse and the Ammerschlag. There are other beers and – oh miracles! – even a few seats are just released. The colorful dolls drape around the free part of the table – next to it, cards are beaten. Jul chooses a bowl. This is well cooled in the bottle in windsile. The service is really fixed. The ambience is rustic – dark wood, no lounge bar Chichi. Dark wooden chairs, dark wooden tables and a domestic narrow. Heimelig is a beautiful expression for it – the way to the toilet goes from other guests in a squeeze pass, and when you enter the quiet place, you will best puff the Tetris melody. The music is usually quite mutated and conversations – also via the table – are not a problem and do not lead to a permanently crowded “WAAAS?”. The musical preferences of the counter-personal can be quickly found out, because in some songs the music is briefly turned on the ear affirming volume. Yesterday it was obviously Linkin Park and Queen who enjoyed the greatest popularity. The prices are very moderate – for hunger there are also small snacks such as hot souls with cheese and ham food. The selection of drinks will certainly meet more on the barley juice side than on the wine side. Cosy, tight and rustic are certainly the attributes of this old city pub. A small warning to non-smokers: It can smoke here! After a few hours, the clothes worn for the pub visit smell a bit as if they were rolling in the ashtray. Certainly nothing for the fine swirl and the noble sakko that should shine the next day in a meeting.

Must agree to the description as an original. Since the premises are quite narrow, you should not be sensitive to starch and not smoke. In Tübingen's Kneipenballungszentrum in the Ammergasse, the Ammerschlag is often the last stop of the night. Operation and prices are fine. Nicely designed homepage: ammerschlag.de

Urig is the right attribute to describe the ammerschlag: a small, cozy pub where divinity is gifted among other things, and a well-kept skat is beaten and live music is played back and forth. Short: The world is still fine in the Ammerschlag.

This is a small bar with the door just on the other side of a small stream, built and in operation in one form or another since at some point in 1600. This alone is great. It is a small bar with a few tables maybe holding a tight 30-40 people, but a convenient amount is more like 20. Definitely an older local mass with a small mix of the occasional college table of Tübingen. The bar is the destination for the local regular, and I also think shameless visitors. Walk down the old town of the church and you are obliged to stumble in it. Good beer selection and most people drink while rolling their own cigarettes. Nobody took care of me rolling a J at the bar. Be of course respectful and find somewhere else to wake up. As an American, I went there regularly for 6 months and felt welcome despite my language barrier. Very recommended for a few litres of brews

Amazing customer service, great mood