Mailbox Cafe Denpasar

 

 

 

Today I thought the whole day would end just with driving.

My first destination was Mamata Dessert House.

I followed Google Maps, but I went a bit past the one-way curve.

Since I couldn’t even find where the café really was, I gave up quickly and looked for the next place.

Google told me that a café called Mandaka Coffee was nearby.

Following the directions, I went down a side street I hadn’t been on before, and to my surprise, Grand Lucky Supermarket appeared.

But once again, I couldn’t find the café.

I couldn’t stop the car, so I passed by Indra Nasi Tempong, which used to be my favorite restaurant.

There were congratulatory flower stands out front that showed it was a new branch.

I thought about stopping to eat, but it was already too late.

I was stuck in the middle of a three-lane one-way street.

When I tried to turn left to get to Nasi Tempong, I only ended up getting lost.

It felt like I was cursed by the one-way street.

After going around and ending up back where I started, I thought I should just go home.

On the way home, I finally found a cafe called Mailbox.
When I can’t decide what to eat, I order something a bit more expensive.
I chose the Seafood Aglio e Olio with a special mark—maybe a signature or recommended dish.
For the drink, I got a Peachy Pineapple.

Music was playing in the café while I ate.
During a slow moment, one of a staff member started practicing the guitar.

It was definitely practice, not a performance.

I barely endured the hard spaghetti.
But two different songs blasting at the same time was pure torture.

I could interpret it as a clear sign to get the hell out.