It has reached a point where I am getting bored of writing about Bali and want to return my blog to Hong Kong. If I feel this way, then I’m sure some – if not all – HK readers do too. I am also getting seriously back logged. I need some kind of writing laxative to cure myself of all this constipated content – to just let all my reviews rush out, in one single flush of genius; pooooof and it’s poosted! What a relief that would be. Alass.
We were adamant about getting some fresh grilled seafood while we were in Bali. We thought some kind of beach cafe would be a good place to start. So after we finished tanning on our hotel’s rooftop pool (amazing) and watched the sunset high above like Greek Gods – liquored, slightly bronzed and clad in gladiators too – we set off on our seafood odyssey.
Echo Beach House
Jalan Pura Batu Mejan, Echo Beach, Canggu, Bali 80361, Indonesia
Echo Beach House is a huge set-up, but hard to find. Actually, that’s their slogan: “Hard to find, hard to forget.” It might be helpful to organise a driver to and from Canggu beach because once you’ve finished dinner, it’s not going to be easy to hail any cabs or haggle a ride back to your hotel from such a remote spot.
The boyfriend and I went to Bali for a long weekend holiday. It was delicious. We fell in love with a few Balinese and Padang dishes, and I definitely have a new-found respect for Indonesian cuisine – or specifically, Balinese cuisine. I’m just waiting now for any old lovable prick on Hong Kong island to start up an overpriced ‘Indonesian tapas’ restaurant slash bar slash lounge slash club slash “Satay Saturdays but we’ll still charge way more than what’s moral ha ha” with, of course, a no-reservations policy. I might actually have to line up for this one. Seriously. You say sambal, I say how high.
We were after 3 things in Bali, so I’ll subhead the posts as follows for easy reading: pig, seafood and catpoop. All with the occasional mojito.
Bali, a Hindu province in a mostly-Muslim Indonesia, has become a foodie sanctuary for the most delicious suckling pig, better known in Bali as Babi Guling. We knew our first stop had to be Ibu Oka – an institution for the revered pork – that was popularized by Anthony Bourdain in No Reservations. The moment Andrew and I heard the ‘crack’ of that pork skin on the telly, it was nothing but belly on our minds.
Jalan Tegal Sari No. 2, Ubud, 80571