When I was in Hong Kong with Princess last month we managed to catch up with some friends. One of which was Andrew who just recently moved to Hong Kong to get married to the love of his life: a Hong Kong girl named Jayen.
Andrew insisted that we had to go to this place where all the local Hong Kong people go. Where they serve typical Hong Kong breakfast kind of stuff like egg sandwich and french toast.
It was supposedly so good that we had to queue up for 20 minutes just to get a seat and this was in the middle of the afternoon like 3.30PM where you'd think most people would've been done with eating by then.
Now I really couldn't understand it!
I mean it was just fried egg and bread, how different could it possibly be unless they secretly slipped weed into it or something. Why was everyone going back to this place where the waiters wore white uniforms and had pen ink stains just on top of their pockets as a result of accidentally scraping their pens on their shirts while putting it back into their pockets.
This is the egg sandwich.
and this the French Toast.
It looked pretty normal and I thought it was great but.. well... not exactly to die for. Perhaps my expectations were raised wayyyyy too high before I got there.
Princess herself didn't eat much.
My reply to Andrew when he asked me how it was...
"Ok lah but not exactly like... WOW right dude?"
Though I did enjoy the coffee mixed tea (yin yong) there.
So he asked me what I wanted to eat then and it was almost like a reflex, I said
About 30 minutes later I found myself staring down at this ORGASMIC egg tart that we had bought from a shop in Central Hong Kong.
Yes my dear readers, it really IS as good as it looks. Allow me to illustrate by showing you this picture of Andrew's face when he had one in his hand.
It was the moment of truth, the best egg tart in Hong Kong or not... I took a big bite...
and in all the excitement I neglected to remember that egg yokes that had just come out of the oven have really really hot fillings so I ended up burning my tongue to Kingdom come (sigh all sorts of different shit seems to hit me lately).
But by the time I was done screaming in pain at the burning sensation on my tongue and the taste had sunk in, I realized that I had just had the best egg tart I have ever had in my life.
The crust was just sooo crispy and the egg tart was soft and so damn bloody tasty they must've made it with the eggs of some Aristocrat Chicken.
After the orgasmic egg tart we paid a visit to the new most famous tourist attraction of Hong Kong. One that involves something probably more famous than Ocean Park and Lan Kwai Fong ....
Elite Multi-Media electronics store. The store where Edison Chen had apparently sent his laptop for repair.
I was taking so many pictures in front of the store I think the staff inside were beginning to notice. If I had stayed there just one minute later, I'm pretty sure they would've come out chasing me with parangs. I have long legs so I would've gotten away in time.
Princess on the other hand would've probably been caught and made into char siew pau.
After we quickly got away from the store we ended up doing a little bit of shopping at the flagship H&M store in Hong Kong.
Then we met up with some of my old Malaysian friends who are now working in Hong Kong for dinner and then drinks.
We had dinner at this place where they gave you this jar of pork fat that you were supposed to put into your rice and mix it around while you eat the dishes. My friends loved it but as much as I love Bak Kut Teh and a lot of other pork related stuff, I drew the line at liquid pork fat.
After dinner we all went for drinks at this place full of bars in Kowloon just near my hotel in Kimberly Street. We ended up talking a lot of cock for a few hours.
Among the many are two really good friends.
Ah Bon who's in the middle and Hong Wee on the right.
He still earns a very very fat pay cheque though..... and is SINGLE!