Out of Flores and back in Bali — but just for the day. Before flying to my next island I had nine hours to kill at the airport, so I decided to venture into the heart of Denpasar, capital city of Bali. It’s just another overly congested, polluted, and noisy city, one that even Lonely Planet says has no compelling reasons to visit. Here I tr to cross the street without getting hit by a motorbike or ten.
However, there is good food here apparently. According to LP, the best dish in Bali can be found in a tiny restaurant deep inside Denpasar, and another well-reviewed one is nearby. Descriptions for both sounded great and I couldn’t make up my mind … so why not go to both?
First stop, Cak Asm, where allegedly I can find the island’s tastiest meal — calamari in a salty garlic sauce. After the taxi driver and I both struggle trying to locate it, we finally arrive. I enter this modest little restaurant, which was filled mostly with government employees.
I order the famed dish, which was much easier said than done, since they don’t speak English in this non-touristy area. With little regret he informs me they are out of that dish (it’s only noon though!), so I order what I think is the next best-sounding dish, calamari in chili sauce. Out it comes, and while simple-appearing — an oval plate full of large calamari circles, in a sauce – it was quite tasty. I could have eaten a bowl of just that sauce alone.
Off to destination two, Ayam Goreng Kalasan. The dish to order here fried chicken (ayam goreng), marinated in a lemongrass sauce for just over forever. As I walk in, the restaurant supervisor spots me and runs over to greet this tourist. He suggests which dish to get, and lucky for him it’s the same one I already had planned. I play dumb a little bit just to humor him — Is the chicken good here? Is this a chair? So what country are we in? — since I really seem to be the first white person to enter this place in ages. I then take a seat under the staring eye of every customer there.
Out comes the dish that will soon become my favorite meal in this country so far … along with a small bowl of water for washing my hands. Finally, I can eat with my hands! However, I start worrying about how to attack this food with my bare hands. While I may be the master of Indian naan and Ethiopian injera, I’ve never eaten rice with my bare hands … and not only that, just the right hand (the left hand is forbidden as it wipes your, you know, poop hole). I’m afraid I’ll embarass myself by having just to throw the rice at my face in hopes of getting some in my mouth, so I start staring at other peoples’ eating habits to come up with a strategy of my own.
Out comes my food: a super crispy piece of fried chicken with the great aroma of lemongrass, a handful of fried coconut shavings, a small mound of rice cooked in coconut milk, and sambal (chili sauce).
I jump right in, grab some rice, and miraculously deliver it to mouth with one smooth movement. Turns out I’m a natural. (the trick: use your thumb and push the rice along your fingers into your mouth.) Here is Dr. Amir during and after his initial bites of food. Note the people staring at me, including the miniature thugs outside trying to sell me bootleg DVDs.
And afterwards, with a big dopey grin:
The rest of my meal was pure joy. I had an extremely enjoyable time eating, and in a stunning upset over the meal at Cak Asm, this was easily my favorite meal of the trip … and for less than two dollars!
With a satisfied belly, I head back to the airport, not at all aware I wouldn’t be eating until the next day.