#WanderAround
In the heart of Tuban, where the rhythm of daily life pulses through its small streets and warungs, there exists a culinary gem hidden in plain sight–Pelas Palang Bu Kastri. No sign marks its presence, nor does it appear on Google Maps, yet everyone seems to know exactly where to find it. For over 2 decades, this humble eatery has been serving Pelas, a deep-fried corn fritter packed with flavors that resonate deeply with Tuban’s rich culinary heritage.
Pelas Palang began with Bu Kasmining, who crafted the first batches that built its reputation. Now, her daughter Bu Kastri carries on the legacy, still side by side with her mother, who carefully blends the spices that give Pelas Palang its signature darker hue and bold, spice-infused flavor. Unlike the usual golden crisp fritters, the deeper color comes from the caramelization of rich seasoning, an unmistakable mark of its authenticity.
Operating daily from 4 PM to 9 PM, Pelas Palang sells hundreds of fritters each night, requiring about four sacks of corn per day. Once priced at IDR 500, Pelas now ranges from IDR 500 to IDR 1,000, yet it remains an affordable comfort food that locals keep coming back for.
What makes Pelas Palang special isn’t just the food–it’s the warmth of the place. There’s no rush, no pretension–just friendly conversations, welcoming smiles, and the comforting aroma of freshly fried Pelas.
Despite having no storefront, no marketing, and no digital footprint, Pelas Palang thrives purely through word of mouth. It’s proof that real flavors and genuine hospitality don’t need advertisements–they just need people who believe in them.
More than just a food stall, Pelas Palang is a piece of Tuban’s soul. It’s where flavors hold memories, where warmth lingers beyond the food, and where tradition quietly thrives without the need for recognition. In a world that constantly changes, it remains a steadfast reminder of the beauty in simplicity–the kind of place where time slows down, where stories unfold over a shared meal, and where the first bite always feels like coming home.
Some places don’t need signs or maps. They live in the hearts of those who carry their stories forward.