09/05/2022
Get ready to write this place down in your notebooks, ladies and gentlemen. The Korean scrambled egg is the single most flavourful bite I’ve had in Bali in nearly 3 weeks. I need to write it all down lest a single detail escapes my taste memories. Visually it looked like a literal interpretation of farm-to-table, but the aroma wafting up from the warm dish was ARRESTING. A bed of tenderly cooked eggs, topped with kimchi aged to perfect piquancy and creamy mayo with just a hint of…gochujang, perhaps? Minced beef braised to the brink of caramelisation, almost bakkwa-esque, with a warm kick of black pepper, then smokiness from a generous sprinkling of toasted and crushed black sesame seeds, umami from big flakes of seaweed (like the ones in 5-cent packets we used to eat as kids), crisp lettuce and a lightly pickled slaw of daikon to cut through all of that greatness. The slices of fluffy, pan-toasted sourdough bread were great for mopping up every last drop of flavour but also amazing on their own. Was this a sharing plates kinda place, as I’ve been told? Perhaps. Did I demolish an entire dish alone in one sitting? Burp.
Read this menu online and it sounded promising so I’m mighty glad it exceeded my expectations. Ordered an iced black and the crew asked if I wanted an Americano or a long black. Long black, of course. Can we please cheer for a place that pours your espresso shots over your iced water at the table? 👏🏻👏🏻 I arrived about half past 11 and beat the lunch crowd. No reservations, hence the long queue outside the resto on a Monday. Don’t think they are dog-friendly but the house dog Benny and his pal were inside the space just chillin’.
