If this isn’t the mother of all impossibilities, I don’t know what is: divine deep-fried duck that tastes like the finest of duck confit served in a messy, barn-like local take on a fast food joint.
Ignore the onslaught of Sosro bottled tea adverts and the dreadfully unkempt prep station, and focus on duck so beautifully cooked, the current Holy Grail of Culinary Madura—gloriously crispy on the outside; moist, buttery and fall-off-the-bone succulent on the inside—you might as well be in the middle of La France Profonde (one that is heavily edited, of course, in the setting department).
Opinion sharply divides on the merit of the mango sambal—a kicker of a condiment, if you ask me, while some argue that a dish so singularly gorgeous has no need for a counterpoint. No matter, folks are here for the duck, and quite rightly so. And so people and food continue to arrive, regardless the time and day, and queues often reach all the way to the main street.
