Our first day we decided to take a recommended bike tour of the city. Despite the really really really run down bikes (no brakes is part of the adventure, right?) and the blazing heat (thank goodness Solo is pretty flat) it turned out to be amazing. We stopped at several workshops, all looking like nothing more than a small house from the outside, but containing some pretty big business on the inside. Each village seemed to have a specialty. On the non-edible end we saw sarong weaving (not for the beach, but for prayer time) gong making, and a batik workshop and on the edible end we saw several kinds of crackers that are traditionally eaten with every meal here, tofu, tempe and arak (Indonesian moonshine). Almost all the businesses were family run and seemed to sustain the community with not only the workshops but also sellers and suppliers. Did we need to see the sweaty man kneading the cracker dough with his feet and sweating profusely? Most likely not, but it was pretty cool. (And if you were curious, that is me helping to make tofu. Don't worry this stuff only made it as far as our lunch, not all the way to your local Whole Foods.)
After a long day on the bike and a dunk in the pool, we headed to Warung 310, a seafood restaurant recommended by the othertwo guys on our bike tour. Turned out to 
be an incredible meal, impeccably cooked with the added bonus of a wonderful owner/chef who invited us to go with him to breakfast the next day. He said the best place was a kambing (goat) warung that was only open from 9-10 AM...not our typical morning start, but how could we really say no? He was not joking about it being a kambing place...we had all parts of the goat on the table from basic sate (meat chunks on a stick) to spinal cord and eyeball. I admit, not my thing, but you could tell this was the real deal. Howie, as honored guest, was graced with the eyeball. He then took us with him to the market so we could tag along while he paid for some prawns he was having shipped in. Like walking around with the governor, this guy was shaking hands, squeezing fruits and chatting it up with everyone. Right up our alley.
be an incredible meal, impeccably cooked with the added bonus of a wonderful owner/chef who invited us to go with him to breakfast the next day. He said the best place was a kambing (goat) warung that was only open from 9-10 AM...not our typical morning start, but how could we really say no? He was not joking about it being a kambing place...we had all parts of the goat on the table from basic sate (meat chunks on a stick) to spinal cord and eyeball. I admit, not my thing, but you could tell this was the real deal. Howie, as honored guest, was graced with the eyeball. He then took us with him to the market so we could tag along while he paid for some prawns he was having shipped in. Like walking around with the governor, this guy was shaking hands, squeezing fruits and chatting it up with everyone. Right up our alley.
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Did the honored guest eat the eyeball?
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