Rings full of stories - a facade that continues to speak

If you look closely, you can still see them. Two simple wrought-iron rings, anchored in the old facade of Under the Linden. Inconspicuous to those in a hurry. But for those who stand still, they whisper a story. About a time when travellers arrived not with rolling suitcases, but by horse and cart. About the inn as a beacon of calm, and about a village where meeting and hospitality were always a matter of course. 

A place where you arrive and linger 

Under the Linden is located on the Brink in Roden, the beating heart of the village for generations. Traders, craftsmen and coachmen used to congregate here. The gravel in front of the door knew the rhythm of horseshoes, and the linden trees offered refreshment after a dusty ride along dirt roads. The rings in the wall were not decoration. They were a practical solution - and at the same time the beginning of many stories. 

Once secured, the horses could rest while their riders caught their breath inside. There was eating, laughing, drinking. Sometimes businesslike, often convivial. The inn was a place of connection. From past to present, that hasn't really changed. 

Hospitality as a common thread 

Even now, Under the Linden is a place where you settle down and stay for a while. No more hooves, but still the feeling of being welcome. The atmosphere of yesteryear lives on in the wooden beams, in the smell of freshly baked bread in the morning, in the chatter at the bar. The rings on the wall recall a time when life was slower - but no less rich in encounters. 

Because even now, people come here for connection. With each other. With yourself. Or just with a good glass of wine after a day in nature. 

A facade that keeps on giving 

The rings are weathered but sturdy. They bear the marks of time, but also of character. And perhaps that is exactly what Onder de Linden radiates. A place with history, which you don't have to polish off the wall, but may cherish. Because it is precisely in those small details that the soul of the building lies. And you can feel that soul from the moment you step onto the pavement. 

Who knows? Maybe one day you will lean against that same wall for a while. Rest your hand on the old iron. Close your eyes. And hear the hoofbeats echoing in the distance. 

Have you experienced anything special at Under the Linden?

Leave your story in our leather guest book on the bar - with a crown pen, of course.