Where we'd actually send a friend to eat.
Not the places with the queue and the lighting rig. The ones we go back to.
Ask the internet where to eat here and you get the same twenty places, each with a queue, a neon sign, and a table arranged for the camera rather than the meal. Some of them are fine. Most are selling a photograph, and the food is what happens while you wait to take it.
The places we send friends to are quieter about it. A warung with four tables and one dish done perfectly for twenty years. A seafood grill on the sand with no sign, where you point at what you want and it arrives twenty minutes later. A family compound that cooks lunch for whoever turns up, if you know to turn up.
The rule we use is simple: would we go back on a night we weren't trying to impress anyone? That cuts the list to a fraction, and the fraction is the part worth having. None of them are secrets, exactly. They just don't photograph in a way that travels.
We keep the real list for guests, because the good ones stay good precisely by not being on every feed. Ask when you arrive. We'll tell you where we ate last week, which is a better recommendation than anything with a ranking next to it.