SON OF A BAKER.

Right in the heart of Uluwatu, not far from the waves at Padang Padang, it’s more than a café—it’s a place that makes you slow down. The kind of place where the bread is still warm, the coffee is strong, and the people feel familiar even if you’ve never met.

It doesn’t try too hard. There’s art on the walls, cozy interior and it feels more like someone’s home than a business. The kind of space where you can stay awhile.

The food? It’s the real deal. Simple, honest, and made with care. From focaccia sandwiches to cakes— everything’s thoughtful—organic where it counts, always fresh, and always full of flavor.

And then, just when you think you’ve figured it out, it shifts. A few nights a week, Son of a Baker stays open late. Pasta night, candlelight, wine flowing—suddenly it’s not a café anymore. It’s a little dinner party.

Son of a Baker isn’t just somewhere to eat. It’s somewhere you feel good. Somewhere you want to come back to. And probably will.