The worst photo ever of a sign
A couple of km outside of the relative hustle and bustle of Ubud’s centre is a side of the road shack or “warung” with a flaming grill front and centre.
This grill emanates smells so mouth-watering, it attracts locals, tourists, dogs and the occasional celebrity to sample the BBQ, charcoal coated meaty fare, every night until they are sold out.
Nachos as big as your head
Merica, the land of the brave and the home of the free or something like that. Everything is measured in non-metric, or as one local put it (tongue firmly in cheek) “ freedom units“.
This is the meat at Bluebonnet BBQ … seriously drool worthy.
Because in Melbourne, so is everybody else.
You can barely swing the proverbial cat without someone telling you where the best coffee shop is, who does the greatest dumplings or which place they prefer for sushi. We’re incredibly spoilt for choice, any night of the week and we’re not afraid to let everyone else know about it.
The humble public BBQ
I put a call out on The Facebook to find out what people’s thoughts on public BBQs are.
My reason for asking? I’ve always been a little hesitant to use them.