Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit
-Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Fine cuisine is a lot like a great poetry. It might look very simple, yet it's composed beautifully to achieve such an overwhelming and hearty after-effect.
Indonesia Prattler strolled around the Mampang Area just a couple of days ago and spotted the newest venue to see and be seen. Standing tall amidst countless of more modest constructions that surrounds it, Bakso Poetry's glorious ocean blue-and-sunshine yellow facade makes it very hard to miss.
"The place is named after its owners' first daughter," a patron says while quaffing the rich and flavorsome soup. "I especially love their bone-marrow flavor. It's very tasty and appetizing," Maman, the patron said while rubbing his moustached upper lip with his sleeve. There isn't any relation from the word 'Poetry' with 'Poetry the daughter', either. However, Maman said, "Well, anybody is allowed to use words in their own interpretation."
Another habitué, Mrs. Tukijan opts for the ambience rather than the entrees. "The place gives me a sense of serenity, a luxury I gave up when I gave birth to my twins a year ago. Besides, this place is very strategic with its unblocked view to the nearest motorbike-transport service; where my husband does his prominent business."
A place of serenity indeed, for peace-seekers, right in the heart of the bustling metropolitan. What a rare phenomenon. So are you ready for yet another dining experience?