Uncover Plauen's Hidden Gem: Matsch – Germany's Oldest Inn!
Uncover Plauen's Hidden Gem: Matsch – A Review That's Honestly Messy (But Worth Reading!)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into Germany's oldest inn: Matsch in Plauen. Forget glossy brochures and PR spin – this is the real deal, warts and all. And trust me, after my stay, I have a lot to say.
First Impression: A Confused Smile & A Deep Breath
Getting to Matsch felt like stepping back in time… in a good way. The building, a behemoth of history, is impressive. Seriously, you can almost feel the centuries breathing. Finding the entrance initially? That, my friends, was a small adventure. But hey, the charm factor ratchets up the moment you finally make it inside.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag, Honestly
- Wheelchair Accessible: This is where the initial charm starts to crumble a bit. While they do claim to have facilities for disabled guests, I noticed a few steps here and there. I didn't have a wheelchair with me, but if you do, call ahead and confirm specifics. Transparency is key, and I'm not seeing it here.
- Elevator: Yep, thankfully they've got one. This is vital for rooms on higher floors, and it's a huge plus.
Rooms: Beyond Basic (But with Quirks)
Okay, let's be real: the rooms aren't exactly minimalist chic. Think more… cozy historical revival. My room? (I'll call it the "Wanderlust's Bunker" from now on) It was equipped with the essentials: a comfy bed, a desk perfect for scribbling notes, and the vital free Wi-Fi. Thank goodness because I was desperately online.
- What I Loved: The blackout curtains saved my weary soul (and my sleep schedule). The free bottled water was a godsend (especially after the local beer). I dug the old-fashioned charm, even if it meant the occasional creak from the floorboards. And the rain shower? Heaven.
- The Quirks: The mini-bar was…let's just say the choice was limited. And the bathroom mirror? Let's just say, my reflection definitely aged me!
- In-room Amenities: Alarm clock, hairdryer, safety features like a safe, and a TV with more channels than I could count. Air-conditioning? You betcha.
- Soundproofing: surprisingly effective for historical settings. This is huge, I was so thankful.
- Room Cleanliness: Yes, there's daily housekeeping, and the room was spotless.
Dining & Drinking: A Journey of Flavors (and Late-Night Adventures)
The dining at Matsch… well, that's where things got interesting. There are several restaurants: Western Cuisine, Asian Cuisine, Buffet, A la carte options; it was a culinary trip.
- Breakfast: The breakfast buffet was solid. Breakfast takeaway is available. The Asian Breakfast options were a delightful surprise. The coffee - needed an extra shot.
- Restaurants: There's a vegetarian restaurant. The ambiance of the main restaurant was superb.
- Bar: The bar was a lively spot to unwind. It's a must-try.
Things to Do & Relax: A Balancing Act of Pleasure
- Relaxation: Matsch has a spa. (Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Sauna). There is also a pool with a view. I'm a big fan of the sauna and the steam room.
- Fitness Center: The fitness center was basic, but great for a workout before enjoying the spa facilities.
Cleanliness & Safety: Reassuringly Thorough
In the age of, well, everything, safety is a priority. I give Matsch serious points for that.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: check
- Daily disinfection in common areas: check
- Hand sanitizer: at every turn.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: they certainly seemed to be.
- Rooms sanitized between stays: yes, and it showed.
- Safe dining setup: definitely observed.
Services & Conveniences: A Bit of Everything
- Concierge
- Luggage storage
- Laundry service
- Free Car Park: Amazing
- On-Site Event Hosting: You can host events here!
Getting Around: A Smidgen of Effort
- Car park [free of charge]: Yes, and it's a blessing.
- Airport transfer: Available.
- Taxi service: readily available.
The Imperfect Perfection of Matsch
Let's be clear: Matsch isn't perfect. There are creaks, there are quirks, and sometimes, the reception staff's English might leave you scratching your head. But here's the thing: that's part of its charm. It's got character. It's authentic. And it's the kind of place that makes you feel like you're experiencing something real, something that's been here for centuries.
My Big Takeaway (The Honest Moment)
The one thing that really stuck with me? The feeling of history. That is what you're paying for. Walking the halls, feeling the weight of the past, imagining all the stories these walls could tell… It's pretty darn magical.
My Score: 4 out of 5 Stars (with caveats)
I'd absolutely recommend Matsch. But I’d also say: Go with an open mind, a sense of adventure, and a healthy dose of humor. Embrace the imperfections. Laugh at the quirks. And soak up the history. You won't regret it.
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Alright, buckle up, Buttercup, because we're about to plunge headfirst into… well, my plunge into Matsch - Plauens alteste Gastwirtschaft in Plauen, Germany. Forget those perfectly polished travel blogs. This is going to be a delicious, slightly tipsy, and utterly authentic yarn.
Day 1: Arrival – Or, the Great Bratwurst Quest Begins
- 1:00 PM (ish): Land at Leipzig/Halle Airport. Oof, travel. Gets me every time. Always a mad dash to find the luggage carousel, clutching my passport like it’s a winning lottery ticket. Pretty standard, right? But this time… well, let's just say my suitcase arrived fashionably late. An hour late. Cue the mini-meltdown. Luckily, a very kind airport worker pointed me toward the train to Plauen. Bless her heart.
- 3:30 PM: (ish) - The Train Ride of Contemplation Settled into the train. Landscapes whizzed by - emerald fields giving way to quaint little towns, each one promising a taste of old-world charm. I got lost in thought and the gentle chug of the train, imagining all the adventures awaiting me. Maybe I should have learned more German. Note to self: Duolingo, you haven't seen the last of me.
- 5:00 PM (ish): Check-in at the guesthouse ("Pension am Altmarkt"). Room is… well, let's call it "characterful." Think creaky floors, a view of a cobblestone street, and wallpaper that probably predates WWII. But hey, it’s clean. And it smells faintly of… something. Can't quite place it. Maybe old books and good intentions? Whatever. It's mine for a few days.
- 6:00 PM: The Hunger Games – Plauen Edition Right, the mission. Matsch. I needed food, stat. I'd heard tales of this place, of its history (oldest guesthouse in Plauen!), and of the legendary Bratwurst. Found it on the Altmarkt - a beautiful square bustling with evening conversations. It was magical.
- 6:15 PM: The Door and the Wait Took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy wooden door. It creaked open and I was immediately enveloped by the smell of roasted meat, beer, and history. The place was packed. Every table occupied by families and friends chatting, clinking their glasses, and eating. I'm not sure which of them was older, the people or the restaurant. I found a table that was waiting for me, but I had to wait for it.
- 6:45 PM: (ish) - The Bratwurst, The Judgment
Finally, seated. Ordered a Bratwurst and a local beer. The waiter (a man who looked like he'd seen it all, which, given the age of the place, probably he had) delivered my order with a wink. Oh my god. The Bratwurst. Juicy, perfectly seasoned, the snap when you take a bite is pure symphony. The beer, cold and crisp, was equally worthy of praise. I think I closed my eyes while I was eating, it was that good. My reaction to the food: Absolute bliss.
- Verdict: This Bratwurst warrants an immediate second visit.
- 8:00 PM: The Aftermath of Food Slow walk back to the pension. My stomach happy, my soul a little bit fuller (both literally and figuratively). Listened to the gentle night noises of Plauen, wishing I could speak German so I could join in on the conversations. I thought about the day and the next, thinking about planning, and deciding not to.
Day 2: Culture, Cobblestones, and Cognitive Dissonance
- 9:00 AM: (ish) - Breakfast and the Existential Dread of Tourist Traps Pension breakfast. Basic, filling. The bread was fresh, the coffee strong. I plotted my day, aiming to see the main tourist things. There was a moment of dread, picturing the tourist traps.
- 10:00 AM: The Church Visit Started the day with St Johannis Church. The stained-glass windows. The sheer scale of it… it was all really beautiful. But the crowd, trying to snap selfies, made me feel a bit… I don't know. Did they appreciate the history? I decided to ignore the crowd and just sit, gazing at the intricate details. Suddenly, I felt calm.
- 11:30 AM: The Old Town Stroll Meandered through the old town, getting lost in the narrow, winding streets. The colourful buildings, the quaint shops… it was picture-postcard perfect. But also… a little too perfect? I found it hard to reconcile the history with all the souvenir shops. I found myself, accidentally, buying a cuckoo clock. Don't ask. The clock doesn't cuckoo.
- 1:00 PM: The Lunch, With A View Found a small cafe overlooking the market square. Ordered a salad, drank some local lemonade. Watching the people, the interactions. A lot of it was lost due to language, but it was the best place to observe. Made a mental note to come back to this place.
- 3:00 PM: The Return of Matsch, The Sequel Okay, here's where things get good (or, depending on your perspective, messy). Back to Matsch. I needed my Bratwurst fix. Wanted some real comfort food. I knew I wanted to order something I hadn't before.
- 3:15 PM: The Waiter, The Wise Man The same waiter as last night. He remembered me. He gestured for me to sit at the same table. He seemed to know I was going to order the same dish again. He knew I was a sucker for a good beer. He chuckled. I think.
- 3:30 PM: The Food, The Glory Ordered the Bratwurst, and asked for their recommendation. He pointed at the "Schnitzel mit Pommes." With another local brew, I devoured my second Bratwurst of the trip. The Schnitzel was enormous. The portions here are, frankly, ridiculous, in the best way possible. I ate some of my Schnitzel, and the other person's Bratwurst. Absolutely divine.
- 5:00 PM: The Dessert Yes, dessert. I know, I know. It's a food coma in a restaurant. But it was worth it. A slice of apple strudel. The strudel was warm, the crisp fresh, the cream perfect. Absolute perfection. And I found myself chatting with an elderly couple at a nearby table, attempting clumsy German and laughing at my mistakes. A genuine connection.
- 6:00 PM: The Walk Wandered through the city, reflecting on the day. My initial scepticism melted away. Plauen felt less like a city and more like a community. I had a deeper appreciation, that the imperfections were part of its undeniable charm. Feeling full of good food, the world seemed a little brighter.
- 7:00 PM: The Reflection Back to the pension, and started to write. I felt content. I was exhausted but happy. Feeling the essence of Plauen, of Germany, and of myself. Feeling a bit different than the person that first arrived.
Day 3: Departure – Embracing the Unexpected
- 9:00 AM: (ish) - Farewell Breakfast, Farewell Brew! One last pension breakfast. Savouring the basic food. One last coffee!
- 10:00 AM: The Shopping Got some souvenirs. My cuckoo clock remains silent. Found a local market. The people of Plauen, their smiles, their stories. They were the real treasure.
- 11:00 AM: Matsch, One Last Time! You guessed it. One last visit to Matsch. My trip felt incomplete without one more Bratwurst, one more beer, one more interaction with the staff. Went and ordered the same food as the day before. Enjoyed it even more this time around. I felt a bond with the place.
- 12:00 PM - See You Later, Plauen!
Train back to Leipzig. Saying goodbye to Plauen, Germany, and to Matsch. It was more than just a restaurant. It was an experience. It was home. I can't wait to come back.
- Final Verdict: Go to Matsch. Go to Plauen. Embrace the mess, the imperfections, the unexpected connections. You might just find a little piece of yourself, too.
This itinerary, despite its stream-of-consciousness and messier structure, captures an honest and (hopefully) entertaining depiction of my brief time in Plauen. It isn't perfect, but it's real. And hey, isn't that the beauty of travel?
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Uncover Plauen's Hidden Gem: Matsch – Germany's Oldest Inn! (Maybe... We Think?)
It's a claim, alright. The "Oldest Inn" bit. Plauen's Matsch. But is it *really*? Look, history's a bit blurry, okay? Like a week-old beer stain on the bar. It's old, though, and that's what matters. (Let's just... pretend it is, hmm?) Still, here's a breakdown of what you *actually* need to know before you stumble through the door... and maybe end up staying for hours. Because, trust me, it happens.
So, seriously, is Matsch *actually* the oldest inn? Lies? Deception?
Alright, deep breaths. The official line? Probably. The *truth*? Who the heck knows?! The walls whisper tales of centuries, okay? They've seen things. Drunk things. Crying things. Things I probably shouldn't ask about. Look, there's documentation pointing towards a really freakin' long history. It's *implied* heavily. The thing is, historical records are... let's say, incomplete. Sometimes you just gotta roll with it. But who cares how old it *really* is? The point is, it *feels* ancient. And that's the important part. Besides, you're there for the beer, not a PhD in local history.
What's the *food* like? I heard it's... hearty?
Hearty? Honey, that's an understatement. Think "meat coma" levels of hearty. Portions the size of your head. And, oh, the meat! Roast pork with crispy crackling that shatters like… wait, is that a good analogy? Maybe. Anyway, it's *amazing*. Seriously. Get the Sauerbraten. It's their signature dish, and it's so tender, so rich, it'll make you briefly forget you're not still in 1770 (or whenever they *claim* it originated!). Be prepared to loosen your belt a notch or two. Or three. I did last time. Don't judge me. And don't forget the potato dumplings. It's a crime if you do.
Is it touristy? Will I be surrounded by selfie sticks and fanny packs? (Please say no...)
Okay, listen. Thankfully, Matsch hasn't been totally overrun (yet!). You'll see some tourists, sure. But mostly, it's locals. Real, actual Plauen citizens. The kind who've been coming there longer than you've been alive. Which, let's be frank, probably isn't saying much in comparison to the inn itself. So, no, it's not a total tourist trap. More like a genuinely local, slightly-worn-around-the-edges, place where you can eat, drink, and people-watch the real Plauen. And honestly? That's the best part. Avoid the selfie sticks. Embrace the beer.
What's the *atmosphere* like? Is it stuffy? Or… fun?
"Stuffy" isn't in Matsch’s vocabulary. Think… a warm, inviting hug from a slightly tipsy, middle-aged aunt you've never met before. It's all dark wood, low ceilings, and the murmur of conversations in that wonderfully, slightly-thick German accent. The kind that makes you want to huddle closer, even before your first beer. It's *lived in*, you know? There are probably centuries worth of spilled beer, laughter, and maybe a few tears soaked into those very chairs. And the staff? They're pros. They treat you and your needs, with kind of a no-nonsense approach that, oddly, feels welcoming. The whole place is *cozy*. Get ready to feel comfortable, and welcome.
Okay, I get it. Food, local vibes, history... what's the deal with the *beer*? Crucial detail, this.
Ah, yes. The beer. The *lifeblood* of Matsch. They have their own brew, of course. It's a local beer, and it's... well, it's perfect. Not too hoppy, not too boring. The perfect balance, whatever the heck that actually means. Crisp and clean. They have some seasonal ones, too, sometimes. (Ask what's on tap, because the selection is usually great). It's served in those tall, slender glasses, and it just goes down so smooth, you won't even realize how quickly you're on your third. Or your fourth. Or... alright, I might have a problem. But it is SO GOOD! The best part? You can sit there for hours, just nursing a beer, watching the world go by and soaking up the atmosphere. Pure bliss.
Any insider tips? Like, how do I avoid looking like a complete idiot?
Alright, here's the secret: Embrace the chaos! Don't be afraid to ask questions (even the stupid ones, the staff have heard it all). Learn a few basic German phrases. "Ein Bier, bitte" (one beer, please) is your best friend. Have cash. They might not take cards, and honestly, who cares? Just get cash! Also… don't overstay your welcome *too* early in the night, unless you're planning on having a cozy night where you just sit there and laugh to yourself, and maybe make friends with the locals. Don't be afraid to talk to people. Most of all… relax. That’s what Matsch is *for*.
What about the *service*? Is it slow? Rude? (Please, no!)
Okay, okay, here's the deal with service. It's not *fast* food. This isn't McDonald’s. Things happen... at their own pace. (Unless they see how badly you are suffering when you are waiting, which happens sometimes). Sometimes. The staff, they're… they're efficient. They're busy. They're running around serving food and beers. It’s not a Michelin-starred restaurant, but it isn’t supposed to be! They’re not going to be all over you every five seconds asking if everything is alright. You are going to wait a bit. But they're not rude. They’re just… German. (Which, to be fair, is sometimes misinterpreted.) Just be patient, smile, and learn to appreciate the atmosphere. And for the love of sanity, make sure to order ahead of time. I was completely lost when I didn’t do that last time. I may or may not have stared at the menu for a solid twenty minutes while the locals just walked through the door, and ordered their meals like it was all a part of their daily routine. You get what you're looking for!
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