Posted in 06 Oct 2016 by Indah Purnama
The big and thick sliced goat meats taste very tender in the mouth.
Visiting a city or region will be a lot more fun if you also take a bite of its cuisines. Yet it is more likely that the more remote a place the more delicious the food.
Who doesn’t fall in love with Yogyakarta? Perhaps none. The charm is so strong that everyone visiting it will be enchanted and return, to drink its cultural ambiance exihibited at every corner once more, or merely to try its cuisines such as gudeg.
It turns that gudeg is not the only special cuisines of Yogyakarta. There is another food that has made my friends and I curious—our bellies were already full after attending a wedding ceremony—so that we went out in the middle of the night only to taste it. It is called Sate Klathak.
After a long drive and almost lost, we arrived in somewhere desolate. In one of the warung people gathered. It had to be warm in there.
It is located in Wonokromo, Imogiri, Bantul. If you find a signpost on which written ‘Warung Sate Klathak Pak Bari,’ it is the place. We were greeted by a person who grinned and said, ‘please, Mas, Mbak...’
As the night grew darker, Pak Bari’s warung did not become quiet.
Sate Klathak is a kind of satay consisted of goat meat which is grilled upon charcoal ember. What makes it special is that the meat is stabbed using bicycle spokes, unlike other kinds of satay which use wooden stick. Other thing that makes this satay ‘anti-mainstream’ is the seasonings—salt and pepper, without peanut sambal, without sliced onion and chili like other satays. What is provided is only soy sauce. So how does it taste?
It is the most interesting part. Because the spoke conducts heat, when the satay is grilled above the ember, the heat will spread evenly to all of the part of the meat, including the center. As a result, the meat will be fully cooked. The big and thick sliced goat meats taste very tender in the mouth.
It is said that the name Klathak comes from the sound coming when the meat is grilled—‘klathak.. klathak...’
As the night grew darker, Pak Bari’s warung did not become quiet. Right after we had finished our last meat, a group of people arrived in the warung which was only lighted by several lamps. Pak Bari and his assistants became more occupied. Yet though busy, they still took time to have a chat with me, who was busy taking pictures—their hands never stopped serving every order. Pak Bari’s warung also offers other menus such as gule.
Quite so! The night gave way to dawn. We went home not only with full belly but also full of stories about Yogyakarta, friends and the warm, festive nights, and of course of delicious Sate Klathak and the friendly Pak Bari. We would return another day surely.
Translated by telusuRI
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