I couldn’t believe a place like Bali Indonesia existed, tucked away inside a lovely park in a neighbourhood known for international organizations and embassies. I’m in the heart of cosmopolitan Geneva, and then bam – I’ve landed in Bali.
There are five or six dishes each day: there is always Nasi Bali – rice mixed with meat and vegetables, in pure Indonesian style – as well as Laksa, the spicy noodle soup, and Gado-Gado, the vegetarian salad. The place is tiny, and always chock full of customers at lunchtime: it’s best to go before 1pm to avoid the crowd. I like their take-away, too: it’s fast, cheap, and just perfect.
The owners like to prepare their own noodles, and all ingredients are soooo fresh. Everything tastes amazing, even the ginger and apple drink they make in the winter to make me forget I live in a city where it rains too much. In warmer months, the sun-filled terrace right on the park is so peaceful.
I’ve been to Bali, I loved it, and I wished it were closer. At Bali Indonesia, it now is.