A familiar address. A piece of Italy.

The Quellenhof stays what it always was, a place to meet. But the kitchen is writing a new chapter.

Arrive as a guest, leave as a regular.

The terrace on its decking, tables laid on a bright day

The Quellenhof has stood in Gossau for generations. The house is what it always was, and the kitchen is writing a new chapter.

Everything in the room is arranged around one thing: the person at the table.

Italian at heart, made by hand.

A laid table in front of the dining room's wine wall

We work with ingredients from Italy and with whatever the growers nearby have, and we take only what the season is ready to give.

Italian cooking the way it is done at home, with the care of a restaurant.

Arrive as a guest, leave as a regular.

The Quellenhof has stood in Gossau for generations. The house is what it always was, and the kitchen is writing a new chapter.

Everything in the room is arranged around one thing: the person at the table.

Quellenhof

takes care of the whole evening, so you can stay with your guests.

Two glasses of champagne on the copper bar top

Menu planned with you in advance
Ingredients from Italy and from the region
Pasta and pizza made fresh
Quiet, attentive service at the table
An Italian wine poured with every course

Glasses on a laid table, the stacked firewood behind them

You take your seat, we do the rest.
The kitchen becomes a quiet spectacle,
precise, unhurried, almost choreographed.

Weekly menu

The terrace under its awning, tables running to the end of the row

Here with us, on an ordinary evening.

The room in the hour before service, the kitchen at the height of it, and the first plate of the evening on its way to the table.

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A corner table against the brick wall under the plate wall

The dining room looking towards the copper bar

The house's wine wall, bottles on glass shelves

The copper pizza oven at the pass, the peels on the wall beside it

A long table laid, seen from above, linen and folded napkins

Laid tables under the panelled ceiling, window light across them

The house from the street, both awnings out over the terrace

Here with us, on an ordinary evening.

The room in the hour before service, the kitchen at the height of it, and the first plate of the evening on its way to the table.

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Eating the Italian way means sharing. Antipasti in the
middle, pasta and pizza from the oven, a dolce at the
end, and an evening that runs longer than planned.

The Quellenhof, Gossau

The room changes after dark.

Wood, linen and a little gold, with the smell of the kitchen and the oven behind it. The room is made of very few things, and not one of them asks to be looked at.

In the evening it goes over to candlelight and quiet music, the glasses are filled again, and that is all it takes for the day outside to stop mattering.