61: New Beginnings

Jakarta Bound is a travelogue about life in one of the largest and most densely populated cities in South East Asia.

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I spent the first night in my new apartment alone. Simon had passed by to drop off a holdall and a few things, but he wasn’t checking out of his hotel for another day or two. He was also busy with whatever it was he did in his job – networking, meeting with clients, drinking with clients, schmoozing potential clients; I still wasn’t entirely sure what his job was or what his role as a ‘country manager’ involved. I was a little surprised at how few belongings he had though; one holdall with a few clothes in, a laptop bag, a spare shirt and suit on a hanger wasn’t much luggage for a man who had been in Asia for the last six years. He was a curiosity for sure.

With a day off all to myself, no friends and nothing much to do, I decided to take a closer look at what was in and around Mediterania residents complex and my new Mallville neighbourhood.

Although the MGR apartment blocks are right next to the two big malls, they still have most of the amenities on site that you would typically find in a small shopping precinct on a housing estate, albeit without the outdoor swimming pools or tennis courts. So, in the basement car park of Mediterania II there is a launderette that offers a washing, drying and delivery service. Mediterania I has a nursery and on both sites there are mini-markets and several small cafés and restaurants. There is also a PHD – Pizza Hut Delivery – just outside the entrance to Mediterania II on the street corner, not to mention the overwhelming choice of food on offer in Mall Taman Anggrek and Central Park, the latter having a direct entrance from Mediterania II.

With all the choice of food on offer on my doorstep, you would think that finding something to eat would have been pretty straight forward. It wasn’t. Although I like to think of myself as a fairly adventurous foodie, I can also be a bit picky about where I eat. Whilst I’m happy eating street food when I can see what they’re cooking and where they’re cooking it, if a place looks a bit grimy, a little less than hygienic, or if it just doesn’t smell right, I’m not eating there. Unfortunately, none of the places on-site in Mediterania I or II looked like any place I would really want to eat. And to tell the truth, I didn’t really know what to order anyway.

Everything on the menus and in the buffet trays seemed to be similar variations of the same dish, some with fried fish, some with chicken, some with beef, some with soggy vegetables or sloppy thin noodles or sloppy fat noodles – it was all just a bit sloppy and not very inviting.

Inside the malls it was different. The shopfronts and terraces are colourful, shiny and bright. Neon lights in powder puff colours, Javanese and Asian themed décor, serving staff in colourful uniforms with big, bright smiles welcome you to come and eat from a dazzling choice of beef, chicken, duck, fish and even pork dishes. Rice, noodles, ramen, pasta and pizza; doughnuts, cupcakes, pastries, tarts, crepes, waffles and ice cream; ice tea, bubble tea, yoghurt drinks, smoothies and juices; hot dogs, burgers, sushi, wanton, gyoza, jiaozi, baso, bakso, gado-gado – there are well over a hundred different places to eat and drink in Central Park alone and even more than that in Taman Anggrek, yet somehow I just hit a blank whenever I tried to think of what to eat!

Food montage

A kaleidescopic mirage of colourful culinary delights.

The best dish I had eaten since being in Jakarta had been the Indonesian (or Malaysian depending on who you ask) beef rendang – voted by CNN Travel as the best food dish in the world (2014). Unfortunately, none of the food outlets in Mediterania Gardens sold it so I had to go over to Java Kitchen in Taman Anggrek to get my regular rendang fix. Aside from the rendang, there was only the rica-rica fish and a sizzling teppanyaki beef dish I’d had up in the food court of Taman Anggrek that I thought were really good. I had struggled to find anything else that my palate really warmed to. Finishing work when everything was closing up in the malls didn’t help either. What was left or left over by that time was nothing but left leftovers. But what was most frustrating was knowing that not knowing what to ask for was limiting my range, especially when you know those tasty dishes are out there.

 

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