Having
experienced a warung where no one spoke English and there were no
menus, we decided to try the high end of warungs. We found one close to
our hotel. Come to think of it, everything was close to our hotel.
Warung
Blanjong! It had a definitely chic air about it. Very clean, modern
furniture, on the corner of a busy thoroughfare. Busy is a relative
term. It was as busy as early Sunday morning traffic in Calcutta.
The
place had an inviting look about it. Inside was airy, spacious with
highlights of the menu written on blackboards. We found an interesting
testimonial as well. Seemed like a quintessential place for foreigners
with leaflets for yoga classes and cooking classes.
I
ordered a menu special. Fish baked in a banana leaf parcel. M ordered a
fish and chips and a chicken stir fried with veggies. Beats me why she
ordered fish and chips in Bali but so be it.
I walked into the
open kitchen and was glad to find it spotless. M's fish and chips were
being fried. They had already cut a very fresh looking salad ready.
Food
arrived. A large bowl full of chicken and veggies. Apparently stir
fried chicken is equivalent to a soup there. Two large fillets of fish
came with some good-looking French fries. They said it was snapper.
My fish in banana leaf parcel turned out to be a brilliantly cooked piece of, yes, snapper.
My fish in banana leaf parcel turned out to be a brilliantly cooked piece of, yes, snapper.
It
was basted with Balinese spices, read lemongrass and chilli. But the
good thing was nothing was overpowering. We ended the meal with great
Balinese coffee. And we thought that we had our fill of warungs and we
needed to explore other food options.
That story another day.
That story another day.
