So much food, only so much room in the tum. We wonder if there is some kind of reverse gastric band surgery to increase stomach capacity.
We take a trip to Stanley, a popular seaside spot on the tip of Hong Kong Island. On the way we stumble upon the amazing spectacle that is the maid's day off. Thousands and thousands and thousands of Filipino maids take Sunday off, but they live at work, often in a cupboard, and have nowhere to go. So they gather in any spare public space.
They gather in groups, bring lunch, drink copious amounts of Coca Cola, play cards and chat with their mates. They sit on mats of cardboard, some engineer walls out of cardboard boxes to give them a little privacy. I've never seen anything quite like it. There were also lots of Indonesian maids who seemed to hang around some fantastic looking Indonesian restaurants, so much food, so little time.
The bus trip to Stanley is spectacular.
Stanley itself isn't that exciting. It is packed with tourists and the Sunday lunch crowd. All the restaurants are a bit too western for our liking, though they did look good. We wander around in search of something that meets our exceedingly low standards. We figure that in every tourist spot there is somewhere for the local workers to eat.
Then we hit paydirt.
The chef hasn't eaten since 1962 but he cooks a mean feast.
There is barely any English spoken so it's order-by-pointing. There's a bunch of precooked dishes.
The service is five star.
What a dude.
And what food. Fish with tofu with black beans.
Yeah baby.
This is sort of a pork mince rissole, with googy egg yolk on top.
It won't win any beauty contests but it tastes great, it is a rissole afterall.
A chance to indulge in my secret passion for sweet and sour pork.
Stanley sure is purdy.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch. Causeway Bay in Hong Kong Island is buzzing on a Sunday afternoon.
It would be a fine time for swine if we weren't so full from lunchfast.
We stop for coffee at a Hong Kong coffee shop. These places are always so cheery.
Kitchen-guy taking a breather.
Apparently the fish balls were famous here, but once again just too full to indulge.
Mango madness.
Aji Ichiban Japanese lolly store.
Japanese lollies. There seemed to be a lot of Japanese influence in Hongkers.
We find a fish market on the way to the ferry back to Kowloon.
Somebody's dinner looks good.
Now that's high density living. That's our future folks.
Back in Kowloon. We love just wandering around local neighbourhoods, though we often get lost. We later find ourselves stuck on a major road overpass, attempting to get directions from some guy standing behind a bush watching the traffic, until we figured he was masturbating. He wasn't much help. A nice old Chinese gent saves us from the wanker and points us in the direction of our hotel.
Dinner time. We fled Newtown to escape Thai restaurants, they follow you wherever you go...
We stop for a feed but this place just doesn't have the right vibe, I always trust Miss Chicken's food instincts, almost always.
We go back to the Woosung Street Temporary Cooked Food Hawker Bazaar. This is more our scene.
Does this look great or am I wearing beer goggles?
Dinner awaits.
BBQ goose.
A bit fattier than duck but food porn nontheless. I must confess I did prefer the BBQ bird in Singapore.
Sweet plum sauce for the bird.
Stir fried bean curd and veggies. Tofu is a many splendored thing. Insanely good mushrooms.
This is where our dinner came from. Dodginess is next to godliness.
Every time (this is #7) we go to HK, I re-read this group of posts.
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