I consider myself somewhat of an expert when it comes to airport food. If I were to generalize a description of airport food, I could describe it as quick and overpriced food for the desperate.
I have been traveling quite a bit lately and one of my many faults of my travel regime is that I tend to arrive way too early for my flight. I think I have developed this habit from my general experience from traveling out of my country. I come from a country that 3 hours lead time of travel does not seem to be enough. Something wrong always seems to happen.
I had just completed a trip from Jakarta to Singapore to Jakarta in less than 24 hours and was feeling as sick as a dog.
If this was not enough to knock you out, the usual 1 -1/2 hour journey from Singapore to Jakarta ended up being a 7 hour ordeal. The real travel was the 5 – 1/2 hour car drive from the airport to the hotel. This is normally a 45 minute travel time. But that night was special. The travel gods were punishing me and I got to the hotel around 10:30 not too well and tired.
On top of that, another flight to Yogjakarta departing at 6am was staring me in the face.
Fast forward to 3 am, I wake up thinking it was 4 am. I was feeling like shit and forgot to switch my time from Singapore to Jakarta time.
Jumped into the shower, dressed, grabbed my things and left the hotel. Jumped into the hotel car and instructed the driver to break all land speed records in Indonesia.
I arrive in Jakarta’s Soekarno-Hatta Airport and in less than 10 minutes I was checked in.
Having no meal the night before, I headed straight to the nearest food eatery.
I walked up and searched the menu. Like in most places in Indonesia, you walk up and your menu is staring you in the face. All you need to do is basically point at the food and it will be served to you.
I ordered my breakfast…
Rice is life in Indonesia. People will not last long if they do not eat rice. Rice ranks as high as water and air in Indonesia it is more than a staple. To complement my meal, I ordered coffee and aqua (botted water)
The Nasi goreng was nothing spectacular. It was your regular standard fried rice. It did have a kick to it that was distinctly Indonesian. Finely chopped chili padi, these are the deadly chilies that I think can melt iron, was sprinkled and hidden in the fried rice. Nothing beats chili padi’s kick to help you kick off your day. Nothing great, but not bad.
What I was looking forward to the coffee. Indonesia’s coffee is legendary. Indonesia is the fourth largest coffee exporter in the world.
I am not sure what the Dutch brought to Indonesia, but one thing is for certain, they introduced this beautiful country to coffee.
From the rich flavours of Arabica coffee to Sumatra coffee to the insanely expensive kopi luwak or civet coffee, I was looking forward to a magical and magnificent cup of black gold.
The coffee looked and smelled the part. I was looking forward to this.
The coffee was undrinkable. It tasted a bit like Turkish coffee. It was bold robust, strong and good. However it was like drinking coffee mixed with sand in the cup. It was not the usual filtered coffee I am used to. Maybe unfiltered coffee is an Indonesia thing.
I was disappointed.
I left not finishing the cup and head to my gate. The gate was almost empty. I was with 3 or 4 other people. It was almost 6 in my watch and phone. I was thinking it was not a full flight. That was somewhat of a consolation. Looking up at the house clock it read 5 am. I was 1 hour ahead….
I still felt like crap. I hope things get better.