“Lo and behold, one spoonful of the Nasi Pedas was all it took for sweat to start dripping down my forehead.“
After spending some unforgettable days and nights in Lombok, the next stop on my incredible culinary adventure landed in Bali. Time, however, waits for no man, thus once I landed safely at Bali Ngurah Rai International Airport, I had already set my mind on immediately continuing my victuals hunt by making a quick stop at Nasi Pedas Ibu Andika on the way to my hotel. As the eatery was opened during the early 1980s and has earned rave reviews for its fiery hot dishes, it was the perfect spot to open my account on the Island of the Gods.
Located right opposite the famous Joger merchandise and souvenir shop on Jalan Raya Kuta, it has limited parking space as it is sited right by the roadside. Customers have no choice but park their vehicles a bit further from the establishment. The place was bustling with a full-house crowd when I got there, with some lining up at the counter to get their spicy fix.
Prior to my trip, quite a number of my relatives and friends had warned me about Nasi Pedas (spicy mixed rice) and its absurd spiciness, and I replayed their words of wisdom repeatedly as I was sifting through the scores of dishes that I could have with my rice. I also avoided any sort of sambal as I battled against my natural Indonesian urge (fact: we Indonesians can’t eat without sambal). All of the dishes looked so tempting, but I went for a piece of fried chicken, perkedel jagung (fried corn patty), long beans, and some potato chips. Also, at this point, I already lost my struggle with my Indonesian ego and plopped a dollop of sambal on my plate. Yes, as man’s man, I like to live life on the edge.
Off I went to the far end of the shop and sat down on the last remaining vacant table. With a glass of iced tea at the ready to extinguish any overwhelming burning sensation, I proceeded to stuff myself. Lo and behold, one spoonful of the Nasi Pedas was all it took for sweat to start dripping down my forehead. In total, I had three glasses of iced tea to combat the incredible spiciness of my meal. In fact, out of all, only the long beans were spice-free, and I haven’t even laid my spoon on the sambal. In the end, I was unable to push myself to finish my food, and the lesson that I learned was that they weren’t kidding when they named it Nasi Pedas.
Jl. Raya Kuta No.120C
Open 24 hours daily
Rp.35,000/US$2.50 per person