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| - I'm a bit dismayed by the one and two stars given to this place, because people weren't treated like royalty. For Christ's sake, get real! How can one be any more authentically German than to be rude and distant. Trust me, I know: not only have I lived in fascist Austria, I'm one of the tribe. We only smile AFTER we invade our neighbors; never before.
And now that you've had your first lesson on friendly German behavior (sort of like "friendly Republican" behavior), let's get to what's important: the food.
The bread here is very good; but this is only because Phoenix offers bad bread and intolerably bad bread. Unfortunately, the owners know this, too; and charge you accordingly. The prices aren't outrageous by any means; but it's obvious you're being charged for edible food and not based on the "worth" of the bread. Unfortunately, this bread dries out quickly; and that's how it should be, silly Americans: good bread doesn't use preservatives and dries out quickly. This isn't Wonder Bread (aka soapy sponges).
The pretzels and pretzel rolls are very tasty. I can only guess the people on here, who don't like it are used to Rolled Gold. More power to you: I like real food. Here's the problem with the pretzels, though: they, too, dry out quickly; and when they do, they become hard and taste nothing like when they're fresh (and they ain't cheap). Fortunately(?), this encourages you to inhale them so they don't go bad (and as good as they are, you can easily "inhale" them).
As for everything else, thank you, no. The imported products are overpriced, can be found in other places for less, and are, frankly nothing special. This refers especially to the pre-packaged dark breads and cold cuts. The chocolates and other imported goods can be entertaining and tasty, but I really can't afford to hock one of my cars to fill a shopping bag.
Let's get something very clear in conclusion people: you ain't in the Reich and there isn't a bustling Volksdeutsche colony in Phoenix. Appreciate what you DO have!
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