Pandoraspace

Dearest Uncle G,

On our way to Borobudur, there was a truck carrying two cows.  For a good twenty minutes, all I could see was the back of the cows.  Then, Danang suddenly pulled into a side street and stopped.  He then announced that we were having lunch.  When I got out of the car, I saw a sign that read Warung Makan Purnama.  I learned that warung means store and that the names of most restaurants have the word warung in them.

The food in Warung Makan Purnama was on display and all you had to do was point to the food that you wanted so the server could place it on your plate and hand the plate over to you.  As usual, I did not recognize most of the dishes on display.  As I was not feeling particularly adventurous, I ordered fried chicken and rice.  Danang ordered the same thing except that he had some curry sauce placed on his rice.  He also took a piece of what he told me was deep fried egg tofu.  LS, who I recently discovered is a picker eater than me, refused to eat anything and settled for just a cup of cold tea.  

There was nothing unusual about the way the chicken was cooked but it seemed tastier because it was a native chicken (free range).  I did try some of Danang’s egg tofu, which was actually very good.  The tofu had the consistency and taste of egg custard, which is different from the consistency and taste of soya tofu.  I would have, however, preferred to eat it warm.  Danang’s egg tofu was cold.  I also ate my meal with kerupuk.  

I do not know if you would like to eat in a warung, but as for me, I do not mind eating there again.

Love, Pandora