Breakfast of vegetarian dim sum along Electric Road. Essentially pointed at each item that looked good and indicated how many of each I wanted. Even with my greedy eyes, the price was well under $20 HKD. Even more bitter about my 2 $75 HKD breakfast buffets at the hotel.
Didn’t realize it was vegetarian until someone at IG told me it was their favourite vegetarian pit stop. If I had known that earlier, perhaps I could have managed to have a Meatless Wednesday in Hong Kong…ah well. That would have interfered with my culinary itinerary, anyhow.
Lunch at Pumpernickel Cafe with Winnie, Johnny, Lisa, Calvin, Matt. Ordered the fettucini with duck a la Oscar Meyer weiner (again). Spinach soup was pretty tasteless and reminded me of canned spinach. Garlic bread was amazing. Had milk tea. Calvin tried to teach the “What” game to the group to the confusion and frustration of many at the table.
Last day with IG. Meeting rooms were freed up in the afternoon so finally got to take a closer look at the harbour-side views from the 33rd floor. Constantly distracted by the sun setting over the water…much nicer than my view of the government building’s gravel rooftop and the condo construction along False Creek. While waiting for the team to be ready for our dinner plans, I whipped out the camera and snapped shots of the pretty sunset and the bustling rush-hour traffic. Also attempted to photograph Terence’s aquarium, but I may have scared off the fish.
Dinner with Marcus, James, and Johnny was at a restaurant called Red, which is part of a fitness chain, for some reason. Hong Kong architects seem to be more enthralled with glass than Vancouver ones, which says a lot, as our city is building after building of green glass. Glass elevators, floating escalators, and glass-panelled shopping malls. Not good for a person as prone to vertigo as myself. Unfortunately, I was unable to hide my strange condition from Marcus and James’ attention. Johnny’s sniggering probably didn’t help! =P
The restaurant was jam-packed so we didn’t get the chance to sit outside on the patio with great views of downtown Hong Kong. We plopped down at our table and were informed that we only had till 9:30 before we would be kicked out. We had experienced this at Rice Paper too. It seems that many restaurants work in “meal shifts”: you must eat before the end of your meal shift in order to make room for other diners. I found it quite off-putting but it seems to be standard in the fancier (or at least more popular) dining establishments in town.
Scanned the menu in my usual way, looking for those ingredients that I automatically am drawn to: risotto, eggplant, ahi tuna, mushrooms, and anything remotely french. Settled on a tomato and spinach risotto with a crisped orange roughy fillet (though the menu stated it as orange roughy accompanied by said risotto). The fish was excellent if a little on the salty side. The risotto was horrendous. Perhaps I should give up on ordering risotto altogether. (The concept of a tomato risotto stuck with me, though, so when I got home, we created a tomato and basil risotto one Meatless Wednesday that, I must say, was quite fantabulous.)
There’s always room for dessert, so I ordered the “champagne custard”, visualizing a great big dish of succulently wobbly golden flan. Instead, what resembled 2 giant Wheaties were set in front of me, each encasing less than a tablespoon of regular custard. There was no indication that champagne was present in the recipe. Was extremely disappointed with the offering, and coupled with the fact that the server was reminding us every 10 minutes that 9:30 was coming up, I was very glad for our table that tipping is not customary in Hong Kong. If only you can penalize a restaurant for poor service…
Food and service aside, dinner was nevertheless enjoyable. Marcus kept us all entertained and his lovely wife Amy joined us later for dessert. It was so nice of my colleagues to keep me company for nearly every meal. Very much appreciated, and great to get to know the people that are taking care of our project development on a more personal level.
Marcus and Amy said their goodbyes at the restaurant as they headed out for a movie, while the rest of us parted ways at the MTR station. My plan post-dinner was to get in another night of salsa dancing, this time at Jupiter Cafe in North Point. The combination of jet lag, long work hours, and long touristy hours must have gotten to me, however, and I wound up passing out before 11pm on a Friday night in the comfort of my hotel. Oh well. Probably needed the beauty sleep, anyhow!