On my way to Tanah Lot, the sea snake temple of Bali, I noticed a number of barbecued pork restaurants. After seeing the temple, beset by hordes of tourists, I stopped by one on the way back to Seminyak.
I had read that there was very good pizza to be had in Bali and once I would have sneered at those who didn’t eat local food.
This incredible pizza, served with a lemon slice and Parmesan cheese rocked my world. It might be the best pizza I’ve ever had. The crust was thin and perfect, the flavors were very complementary and it was just delicious.
I had this at Hank’s Pizza and Liquor in Seminyak, Bali.
It was so good!
I’m here in Bali. I saw raw chocolate on the menu at the café across the street so I gave it a try.
Made with coconut and cacao, it lacked the levels of flavor imparted by the roasting process.
I also had a ginger kombucha, which tasted like lemonade left in the fridge for too long.
I loved the sourdough bread, though.
I ate this last Friday.
The noodles were served with kailan stalks and the pork was served on the side. I ordered it dry, so the broth was served in a small bowl. The pork belly was perfect: crispy fat on the outside and soft meat within.
It was Vesak Day.
This chain of quality hamburgers opened up a semi-secret location in Singapore. I had heard about this restaurant years ago, the New York location, anyway.
Biting into that juicy burger, with mayonnaise, ketchup, mustard, pickles (dill), lettuce, cheese (orange) and red onions brought me back to Michigan, to the Box Bar & Grille, to barbecues on the backyard deck at my parents’ house in Plymouth, Michigan. I was in ecstasy. It was a wonderful burger.
There’s a bar in the space where one can buy craft beers and rare whiskeys.
Last Sunday I decided to have ramen at Daikokuya, a restaurant in the basement of Raffles City.
I really wanted a salad so I got the rice set. It was too much. There was a lot of fixins in the bowl of ramen. Buttery pork, bamboo shoots, scallions, leeks and wonderful soft-boiled eggs. The broth was good, although not as savory and delicious as the broth at Menya Musashi or Keisuke. There were also corn kernels in the broth, which neither excited nor bothered me.
Service was excellent. That doesn’t happen often in Singapore.
On my way to Pasar Bella in Suntec City I passed an advertisement for a Korean restaurant called Mad For Garlic.
So I checked it out last Saturday.
It took nearly an hour for my food to arrive. Obviously they had forgotten me and the fried rice was a soupy mess when they dropped it off. Twice a server told me my dinner was on the way and twice they lied.
Here’s a menu:
My advice is to avoid this dump.
I got these delicious soft-boiled eggs at 7-11 on my way home.