I fell in love with Indonesian food in Bali, and any sort of fried croquette is welcome, so I wanted to like this place… Details after the jump.
The mie dan (fried noodles) were like nothing I tried in Indonesia–mushy rice noodles with a scattering of scallion and carrot, and flavored with what tastes like more curry powder. Granted, this isn’t meant to be straight-up Indonesian, it’s meant to be Dutch-Indonesian, which I’ve never had before.
In any case, I thought this place might provide interesting new snack and lunch options for midtown, but based on what I tried, I’d only go there if I suddenly had a craving for fried chicken pot pie.
47 West 57th Street