Thursday, February 20, 2025

BALI - part three:... NXT



 

The last time [2017] we visited our long-time friend Joel... a fellow foodie living in Bali,  he raved about a restaurant in Ubud called Locavore. Of course we we went, to discover one unique more-than-a-meal. It was an experience. I watched chefs plating food using tweezers!

Now for some months, as we planned the recent trip [November 2024], he was raving even more-so about... Locavore NXT.  I'm as curious as I might be skeptical... what's next!?

The experience begins with a drive down a long single lane driveway enclosed with tall old walls;  
there's an occasional gate, but little room for another vehicle. A set-up for an adventure! But then we come to a generous parking ramp seemingly tucked into the foliage... the first indication of the careful design of what becomes more a farm than garden. 
 
In fact, it is rather raw land. A feature catching my eye was a bamboo lattice leaning above a muddy plot. I deduced that it was a tool used to examine, analyze & catalogue the biomass of this plot of soil by means of this grid of a few square centimeters. 

This is not at all just another eatery, even if it is the latest child of a growing family of experimental  foodie ventures. We had marveled at a 20+ course menu featuring very local foods when dining at Locavore, which menu included baby wild field birds, skewered  & roasted whole...

So now... here... we are really off into the mud & weeds!

But we are also entering a sophisticated  piece of architecture. An elegant structure designed so naturally as to become almost invisible... a display case for a concept. This obviously has very deep thinking investors! 

To begin, we listen to a recorded welcome & introduction to the concept...

  With a wall of living specimens collected in jars behind us, we begin to perceive that we are in a laboratory for the immersive study of the biome of this place. 
 
To begin, trays were presented by young acolytes who were teach/learning their craft...
Introducing us to some of the variety from the land...
We are invited to examine, & touch... &, invited to play! To rearrange an arrangement of wild flora while we sip an elixir of some kind.

I was fascinated 'trying to suss what those specimens might be...

Being encouraged to play with our food was certainly not a problem! We continued taking lessons, meeting the two co-creating owner/partners [one of whom is the chef] who explain their dedication to the philosophy -- & realization that all must play, actually play!, with this life of learning.

We also need to play it smart!... as explained in part of the menu:

Knowing now the over-arching concepts,  we are properly prepped, as we move under the palm-like spread of the bar's roof,  to pass through the ornately carved & gilded doors of the elaborate portal... & actually enter... 


We visited  any number of spaces & places as the meal's education proceeded to present the potential of this institution of teach/learning:
 
The mushroom cellar was a rather eerie, low lighted space with a stairway down into red light... a very high tech mushroom cellar...



Then up to a demonstration of the digital library housing all the data being collected.
A food lab... as if this entire operation isn't that!

The food laboratory sported a group drawing made by the chefs toward a menu...
The entire staff is attending what is a live college course in food.
This is an aerial view of the entire campus:
A fermentation lab...
Meat curing facility...
After all these pieces adding to our education... 
 
At last, the dining room... 
Satisfyingly spacious design. 
Lively staff... front back & center ... cooking, prepping, plating...  all with attentive personal development as part of the service. 

Contemplation was in evidence. This is a school...
The meal of myriad courses was conflated by those side trips to the mushroom cellar; fermentation, aging  processes; numerous areas with high tech tools.
The descriptions on the menu... of which I did not keep a copy... would not communicate so well as these images...
 




 Several of those might could have been dessert!
  ... Still, there is always more... 
We were, after all, celebrating Joel's 76th birthday... postponed from last year, when the planning for this month's travel in Asia was first being planned.

HUZZAH!





Wednesday, February 19, 2025

GUEST HOUSE TWO: SINHAGIRI -- Part Two...

    

In the previous post, I left us in the bouquet of a dining room when I decided I was overdosing us with this house's collection(s). I've since mostly given up on any expectation to control my excesses (I am multiplicities of those as well... of course!) If you have read much of this blog, you know that!

 
Over the mantle a gong hung in a stand of two horns... bringing along that motif of our collector/designer of Boutique 98, the first guest house, in Bentota by the beach.

  

The sunflower so symbolic of my Kansas farm-boy youth, which helped to ground me inside all this exotic atmosphere... at least a little bit...

 But, look where I am! Through an inviting doorway from the dining room during one of the rare hours of bright daylight lies a... named by our host, "Saloon"! Not particularly grand, except in size. Not architecturally cohesive with the rest of the house. When I asked if it were a ballroom, he exclaimed that it was an odd collection of storage sheds, which he'd replaced or unified into this Playroom... Both Ballroom & Barn!


...which at night became a collection of patina & reflection... with a pair of billiard tables holding a mirrored unreality.
Intimate spaces for conversation... furnished with second-hand found style renewed in functional manner, much for effect. Crazy bits were the sparkly plush pillows with fringe of feathers!
An "Oriental" Inglenook had been invented like the stage-set it was out of lathe lattice & red paint, corniced by an over-sized Art Deco frieze -- very handsome!
 
...repeated in reflections of even deeper intimacy...
 
The pastiche of numerous overlaid carpets pleased both eyes & feet...

& of course we are where the horns would reappear!

Our mysterious host, when we met him at morning tea time had invited us for cocktails & dinner that evening. 
Rohan proves to be an immediately captivating Mad Hatter!
 
 He could not be anything less than a fully immersive host for the fete...
This was a memorable event for we, by now seasoned & recently a bit bedraggled travelers... were more than happy to party!
 In the end, I came to better know Rohan's notions... including the name of this venue as a Saloon...
Dinner began with soup... served in bowls designed like hot water bottles, sealed with corks.

After being invited to tour his private apartment-- we trundled down the red corridor to our rooms:  Peony... Rose... Lily...

We picked up our hats, & ventured back into the rain.