BBQ? Really good? In Bali?!?!?!?!

In an attempt to build from our delicious roast pork lunch, me and friends of friends Leena and Nick planned a dinner at the famous barbecue joint in town, Naughty Nuri's. Named for the female proprietor, the moniker could also sub in for the food. This is luxurious dirty dining, at its best.

First off, the entrance to this place, much like lunch, leaves nothing to the imagination. There is a large charcoal grill out front, and racks of pork ribs decorate it like an epicurean xylophone. I joined my new friends, and we ordered some drinks. Having just walked what felt like 4 miles, I went for a beer. They went for martinis, gin. And they were rewarded for their boldness. The martinis were full to the brim and then some, with surface tension alone keeping the liquid in the glass. Better still, they were smooth, utterly drinkable martinis. After one sip, I was ready for one of my own.

To pair with these loaded drinks, we needed meat. We settled on two racks of ribs and a pork sausage. The ribs were fall off the bone tender, lathered in a sauce that turned out to be little more than sweet soy. And, wow, were they good. After eating the juicy and tender pork, I licked each bone and all of my fingers - couldn't waste a drop! The sausage was a lovely change of pace. Very creamy, it tasted like a mix between a good ballpark frank and a pork brat. It went down easily.

I had gotten my martini to help the ribs go down. And now, more than a little tipsy, I needed more food to balance it all out. There was only one solution: this mouthwatering burger. This medium-rare beauty was so juicy and filled with perfect garnishes. Thick-cut bacon, lettuce, tomato, onion, and melty cheese rounded out by a bun that could match the insides. This was the perfect chaser to the evening.

Two other things, non-culinary, made this a really fun meal. One was that we met Bryan, one of the co-owners along with Nuri, and he regaled us with stories from the early days. Fun! Two was the kitsch up in various places, including this neat sign, riffing off the ubiquitous beer logo for the local Bintang beer.

From there, well, the night continued but the food stopped. Stories for another time...