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.
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“.
It’s been a while since I wrote anything. Life … has been pretty busy, I broke my ankle a few months ago, actual work has been extremely demanding and my dog ate my homework, which is really strange cos I have a cat. So when I received a message on facebook from a follower stating that I had 7 days to eat something strange or huge or they would leave, I realised how long it had been between eats. Also that I’ve been neglecting my readers, followers and creativity.
My meanderings through various cities inevitably lead me to the city market.
I find markets to be places where you can always find a plethora of local food that you mightn’t always get from a restaurant. I’m a believer that you can’t really experience a country until you eat it. A market is a great place to start.
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.
Sounds appealing right?
