Please note this is an overly cruel review mainly as a way of dealing with an inner torment of built up food rage. overall the food and service was pretty good and I’d recommend coming here.
We were asked by a sign on the table to review the Solah beach bar and restaurant so here we go.
We arrive chiefly on the quest for porridge. Upon entering, we are taunted by a sign that reads TO DIE FOR CHOCOLATE BROWNIE (not available). We order: carb load (porridge), plate of protein (English breakfast), the Solah brunch (same but with extra stuff). Whilst mentally preparing for the usual hour wait customary for any food in Bali. (I have yet to actually taste a single meal here as I am so ravenous by the time it comes that the plate is swallowed whole). Meanwhile the local mud silt coffee arrives. One sip of it and we have had 100% of our daily sugar allowance. A favourite pet hate is when proudly proclaiming western minded restaurants miss the basics. “There is sugar in this coffee” we tell the waiter who takes his cue to proudly inform us that he has saved us time by adding it. Well at least he was trying to be helpful and we politely waive him away.
Our growing pessimism is shattered when remarkably the food arrives in record time. Furthermore we are pleasantly surprised to find that the English breakfast is delicious. My brother suffers a slight setback with his sausages which seem to be individually wrapped in miniature condoms, and is now reduced to forming a neat pile of peeled sausage skins on his plate. Another point. As with everywhere in Lombok, you are often left looking like that cliched Red Cross Africa aid poster of a fly covered child. Flies are everywhere here. And on mass. A meal left unattended for a few seconds in any restaurant will become a living carpet. This restaurant is no exception and you can hardly enjoy one bite because you are forever swatting and fretting. The banana porridge arrives and we are pretty full at this point and realise we were slightly trigger happy in the ordering. But recalling our original quest and our new mission to honour a review, we gorge on. Waving away a small gap in the living carpet, we launch in a spoon and taste. We remember what porridge tastes like. Perfect! As far as quality its quite good, a little stodgy. The bill arrives and its 130 rupias (£8). Probably the most expensive breakfast so far. Would we come again. Absolutely. We actually came for dinner too. Just a few things they need to improve. This review has released a lot of tension and I feel a lot better now.
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