This is one of a number of restaurants and bars well situated on the old port sea-front. Although it looked rather dead, I went in once to enjoy a bottle of German "Weizenbier", which I did enjoy. I was served and conversed with by an ageing "girl" who was angling towards my hotel address and a "massage", and who got it into her head that I was a Brit. I told her I was not, but was treated to a boring monologue about how she had "worked" in Germany (but could not speak German) and how horrible the Brits were, which was intended to be offensive, either because as she had not understood that I was not one or because I was not interested in her services.
Meanwhile her colleagues came out of the kitchen and joined in her tirade about the Brits, equally oblivious to my statement that I came from Perth, W. Australia.
I finished my beer not wishing to return to this beautifully located morgue.
The funniest thing was that I happen to have antecedents from Germany and do speak the language quite well....but none of these "Germany fans" could speak a word of it. I told them that they were doing Germany no favours and left