The last time I was in Jakarta, I was speaking at a press conference, riots had broken out in the city center, and we were rushed in an executive car to catch the first plane out of the country. It was pandemonium., and I left with a bitter taste in my mouth. I am fond of Jakarta and the mellow almost sedate Indonesians. I share their preference for food with sweetness and chili – I am accused rightly it would seem for my tendency to rely on kecap manis for seasoning roasted meats. I can do without caramel or fudge sauces in sweets, but give me caramel sweet sauces or dressing for savory meats any day. I digress because I am sat in a food court perched on top of a shopping mall called “Bellagio” with “Vegas” in its tagline. This is a vastly different Jakarta – it is embracing western culture, wealth and the changes are stark in my mind. I am staying at the Ritz-Carlton and get dropped off at Oakwood next door, where Fitness First is located. I run 5 km in 30min 30secs. So I am famished. In Oakwood, there is a Starbucks and an up-market store like the type you would get in posh neighborhood, stacked with Kettle Chips and chocolate biscuits from Belgium or Switzerland. The influence of Singapore is quite disconcerting. In the “Bellagio” shopping mall, there is a Guardian pharmacy. In Oakwood, there is a Penang Bistro (nasi lemak for 59,000 rupiah, satay for 29,000 rupiah) with free Wi-Fi.
I choose the food court instead – how can my first meal be a western one? (Well technically, my first meal was the buffet dinner last night at the Ritz-Carlton but who is keeping track huh?) I choose Satay Ayam, Satay Kambing and Sop Kambing (i.e. Chicken Sate, Mutton Satay and Mutton Soup). The chicken sate was quite nice, came with pink mini-shallots, chili-padi, and what tasted like kecap manis. (See I told you they put kecap manis on everything). The mutton soup was a clear broth with mini-chunks of carrots and celery, served again with Kecap Manis! The Mutton Sate was a mistake to order – it is very tough and over-cooked. The mutton soup had a lovely taste but I am not sure why they served the bones, which were used to create the broth (which was chewy and inedible). The total price came to about US$6.00, which left me thinking perhaps I should have had the nasi lemak at Penang bistro. I am glad I did not – where is my credibility as a foodie journal if I eat Penang food in Jakarta??? Shot I would guess. (If you are asking where is my credibility now, I will smack you.)

























