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the international in walsum is a horrortrip back in times when one understood in the ruhr area under restaurant where everyone hoses the carnation for a six-headed family on the teller - with tasty pommes and one with cardboard dressing spun alibi salad leaf. for small money there are still huge quantities - well, yes - food, which consists mainly of completely overwrought meat of rubber-like consistency, which increases durability not only in general, but also in the lean: you should not swim afterwards. I'm not sure if they have a cook (or need). inconceivable, what survives in the culinary desert of the northern ruhr area. the question arises whether there are so little good alternatives, because people are so rarely going to eat out, or whether they do so rarely because there is so little good kitchen. Is that international the hen? or the egg? Conclusion: whoever lands more than once is himself guilty. I have accidentally driven on a Monday because everything was closed in the area - the first visit after over 25 years and the last.