Calle Puebla No. 341, Roma Norte, 06700
Mon-Sat 11:00-19:00
Hidden behind a black metal door, DF’s best Indonesian dive
is easy to miss. The storefront is identical to its Calle Puebla neighbors', and
its sign, “Warung Makan: comida estila Indonesia,” looks like a spaghetti
western film advertisement. If the aroma of boiling coconut milk
hadn’t tiptoed onto the sidewalk, even foodies like us would probably have
never walked in.
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| Entrance |
The country is made up of more than 10,000 islands. Some are famous for their curries,
other for their fresh intestine stews. One is even known
for its psychedelic mushroom, red bull, and pineapple shakes. Yet even a
country with such culinary diversity claims certain national dishes that you’ll
find at just about any warung, a ubiquitous family-owned
neighborhood eatery.
Calle
Puebla’s Warung Makan, however, is more in-line with a Mexican fonda. Dishes come menú-style: with soup and rice, a chilango
touch that helps the restaurant to compete with its neighboring eateries and attract
hungry lunchtime customers expecting a stuff-yo-face meal.
Dudetip: If you ask
politely, they will throw in extra rice, on the hou$e!
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| Mie Rebus |
Nasi goreng (the country’s national dish, fried rice) and
mie rebus (boiled noodles,) are a safe place to start your culinary voyage.
Served with a fried egg and drizzled with Kecap
(sweet soy sauce, pronounced ketchup), Indonesia’s daily fare is hearty and balanced.
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| Sate Ayam |
However, If you are looking for a gluttonous adventure, jump
straight into some Javanese specials like the gulai ayam, fried chicken simmered in a curry-coconut milk broth,
or the sate ayam, moist and crispy
chicken skewers tucked in a blanket of gingery peanut sauce. These dishes bring
out Yogyakarta’s (the owner’s birth town) sweeter side and have a distinct
island feel. Everything on the menu is seriously delish and prices, ranging
from 70-100 Peña Nietos, wont break the bank!
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| Girl awkwardly eating alone |
Although it may be hard to stop chowing once the food
arrives, pick up your head and look around. The restaurant’s space is
unassuming and deeply charming. Colorful tapestries ride the walls and tables,
and the owner always greets customers with a warm smile, regulars with a hug
and a kiss. It almost feels like your mom’s dining room. As a foreigner and
momma’s boy living abroad, maybe that’s why I keep coming back.
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