Three Monkeys

Our last meal in Ubud was at a place, that remarkably, I remember: Three Monkeys. We went because Lonely Planet said that they had good Vietnamese summer rolls. My brother loves a good summer roll. Three Monkeys does not make amazing summer rolls. Don't go.

We ordered coconut juice with lime, which turned out to be young coconut juice and really not satisfying when what you were hoping for was a tall glass of sweet creamy coconut milk with beads of condensation running down the sides of the glass.


By now I had really given up on Indonesia food, so I tried the Singapore soup noodles. Not enough kick, but there was enough potential there that I want to go to Singapore and try some of their food. See, that's the thing. Really amazing cuisine is good enough that even poor renditions will still permit you to see the potential. A crap tarte tatin is still pretty good, so you know it's worth it to find a really phenomenal one. Though I guess those Costco croissants really give no indication of how amazing a fresh buttery croissant from a little Parisian patisserie can taste.


My brother decided to play it safe and went with the nasi goreng (more fried rice), but it had these bitter greens in it and he gave up on finishing his dish until I plucked all of the offending vegetable out of his platter. My brother is a grown man, but he still knows how to manipulate his big sister.

Three Monkeys, Jl Hanoman, Ubud, Bali, Indonesia