This was an oddity of a restaurant that G and I both enjoyed in Ubud. While the food was a wonderful mix of local and French at a price perfect for the budget conscious, there were however a few quirks and not-so-good dishes that could be improved to make it the fine dining establishment that it strives to be. Then again, sometimes a restaurant is that much more memorable because of what the chef tries to accomplish in a bold but imperfect manner.
Tropical Bale is better suited for a lazy afternoon idling over tea while enjoying the view of the rice paddies in back. When we went at night however, the dim lighting coupled with the cavernous parlor created an almost spooky atmosphere made worse with a barely lit open kitchen bathed in harsh fluorescent. Once seated however, the friendly staff and surrounding decorations conveyed a much warmer greeting. The nostalgia pictures hanging on the wall implied a story of a local chef that may have once visited and possibly learned to cook in France, but we’ll never know since he was on vacation that week, leaving his very capable and young assistant in charge. Continue reading
Five very short days later and we’re back from our babymoon (part deux). While G and I didn’t get a chance to lounge around as much as originally planned, we did end up touring some great cultural sites, learn a bit of Balinese cooking and even try the local moonshine (just me of course). We much preferred Ubud where there’s still a healthy mix of locals interspersed with the flourishing tourism industry. The food there is also more varied, including a surprisingly decent fusion restaurant (no, not Mozaic). Seminyak on the other hand was much more touristy and suited for the beach-going crowd.
Will follow-up with some posts on where we stayed/saw/ate after I catch up on work … in the meantime, photos from Bali are posted here.
This past weekend was a festive chaos of cooking gone wild, family dinner night, an aborted attempt to relive my youth, friends’ baby birthday, and the Lion King. In no particular order, I learned that:
- the Koreans have created a near-perfect venting system for their bbq
- there are restaurants in Singapore that don’t allow children – shame on you Kuriya!
- the in-laws now ask with every new dish – was this cooked sous vide?
- egg yolk-sized spheres are easy to make
- the Lion King musical rocks. Go see it. Seriously. And if you don’t want, hakuna matata
- I’m definitely too old to stay out past midnight.
- there are at least three different types of baby wipes: oil-based, water-based, and for the hands/mouth
- bacon makes food taste better (not new, but always worth stating)
- Perla’s pastry makes a fruit tart that’s almost as good as La Farine
So after a hectic month and a weekend chock full of activities, G and I are off to Bali for babymoon, part deux. Since we both have excess vacation days and we’ll likely not have any time to ourselves in the foreseeable future, now’s the time for a quick getaway to veg on sandy beaches that weren’t man made. See you all in a week!
So we wanted to squeeze in another baby moon via a short trip somewhere because something tells us that our world will be topsy turvy when Junior arrives. A trip to Okinawa with the cousins would have been perfect but things didn’t quite work out.
We thought about some places in Southeast Asia and came up with Cambodia (‘cos W really wants to visit Angkor Wat before the government restricts access to some temples) and Taiwan. Taiwan turned out to be really expensive after checking out some travel websites and Cambodia seemed like a better option. I figure it’s not the sort of place one would bring toddlers so if we didn’t visit now, it’d probably be closer to two decades before we could visit.
BUT… there’s alot of walking involved and sanitation is not the best. Also, we would be making the trip in my 28th week where we could run the risk of having Junior born on Cambodian soil. Just yesterday, a friend commented that she thought we were crazy for thinking of going while a cousin berated me for being reckless. As a result, it looks like we are now back to square one and are considering new options – Phuket, Bangkok or Bali. I personally don’t mind a staycation (just need a break without breaking the bank) but I think W has island fever and needs to get away.