At first glance, Aku Lebih Enak follows a familiar J-drama trope: the stoic, world-weary chef (Kenji, played with haunted stillness by Takeru Satoh) who has lost his sense of taste, and the irrepressible young food critic (Laras, played by an electric Luna Maya) who arrives to tear down his reputation. The setting is a decaying ryotei (traditional Japanese restaurant) in the back alleys of Shinjuku, which Kenji has bizarrely renamed "Warung Kenji." The collision of high Kyoto precision and gritty Jakarta street-food aesthetics is jarring. But it is in this clash that the show finds its heartbeat.
Visually, director Mika Ninagawa employs a "saturated decay" aesthetic. The food is shot like pornography: glossy, wet, almost obscene. But the restaurant itself is moldering. Wood rots. Paper screens tear. This juxtaposition suggests that gastronomic perfection (the sterile, three-Michelin-star approach) is a lie. Real enak (deliciousness) is messy, stained with soy sauce, and often illegal—represented by Laras’s secret night market in the restaurant’s basement, where Indonesian TKW (female migrant workers) cook sambal on illegal hot plates. At first glance, Aku Lebih Enak follows a
In an era where global streaming platforms often flatten cultural nuances into a homogenous “international” product, it is refreshing to encounter a series that is unapologetically local yet universally resonant. The Japanese drama DASS-502: Aku Lebih Enak —a title that jarringly (and brilliantly) mixes Japanese production codes with Indonesian colloquialism—has become a sleeper hit. Translated loosely as “I Taste Better,” the series is not merely a romance or a culinary drama; it is a philosophical inquiry into memory, colonialism, and the volatile chemistry of forbidden love. Visually, director Mika Ninagawa employs a "saturated decay"