I’d wanted to try out the Königsquelle for ages. I’d heard they have Munich’s best schnitzel, and I’m not the kind of girl to say no to a good schnitzel. So I reserved their last table for Saturday night, starved myself all afternoon and was pretty excited. Until my boyfriend’s mum called to say she was making me a schnitzel the next day, and boy, can she make a good schnitzel. Schnitzel was off the cards.
I’d always thought of Königsquelle as a typical Wirtshaus. The name, the fact they apparently did amazing schnitzel. I was surprised at its elegance. It’s a really lovely place to take a date. Dark wood tables, sharply dressed waiters and a fantastic (and large) selection of whiskies.
We were brought freshly baked bread with organic olive oil, and ordered our wine – an Austrian Markowitsch cuvee (pinot noir and zweigelt). First up, I apologize for the photo quality here, it was all done with the phone.
Then we started with the mixed starter platter.
It was good, but all a bit much. Hummus, caviar, spicy Thai noodles, aubergine dip, egg salad…every mouthful was an adventure. It was all very good, but all a bit too much. Something simpler would have been better. The neighbouring table had the goat’s cheese to start, which looked SO good. So, so good.
We took a break, before our mains arrived. We shared an Indian fish curry with spinach and king prawns and duck breast with the most delicious mash I’ve had in ages. I found the duck better than the curry, but both were superb.
Too full for dessert, we set about sampling the Königsquelle’s whiskies. Now apparently the restaurant is one of the places to go for a whisky in Munich. The barman knew his stuff, and we started off with a deliciously peaty Ardberg. Then, a Lagvulin (I do love peaty whiskies), which I preferred – a little drier, a little more refined.
Stuffed and with rosy whisky cheeks, we headed out into the night air for a stroll along the Isar to walk off that food.