The Breakfast Club

If you want eggs Benedict to feed your hangover (this isn't Swansea anymore, it's Hong Kong daaaarling - no more Upland's Diner Specials) then there's only one place to go. Well, in actual fact two: The Breakfast Club on Peel Street in Soho or The Breakfast and Supper Club on Leighton Road in Causeway Bay. Same breakfast menu.

The food is worth the money. I think it's about $70HKD for that culinary delight but you'll spend more on a fresh smoothie, so thick they give you an extra wide straw. You'll spend $100HKD (£8).

The venue in Soho is a small, bright, light cafe with some outdoor seating at the back and a ceiling high shelf spread with magazines. It is generally quite busy and mostly occupied by French expats. The other outlet is on the first floor, has dark wooden flooring and furniture and feels more like somewhere you'd want to have your dinner (or supper). Both feel really European inside, from the decor and the menu.

We've eaten out there more than anywhere (except Paisano's pizzeria). I rate it. Best breakfast in HK for sure. And if anyone from either of these two delicious eateries is reading this and want to thank me for the endorsement I'll take the payment in eggs please. Mmmm goi.

Mmmmmmmeal for One

Park n Shop is one of many supermarkets in Hong Kong and I generally would do my food shopping either there - or Wellcome (but if I had my way and a big enough bank account and lived close enough I'd want to do all my shopping at the Great Food Hall in Pacific Place - it's a food palace).

On one of my first trips to the store in the shopping mall where I worked in Home World of Whampoa Gardens (there are no gardens - it's a lie), Hung Hom, I was perusing the meat aisle when I came across the Hong Kong version of a pre-packed meal for one. There were a few options: diced pork with vegetables, fish head and veg or chicken feet and veg...mmmmmmm yummy. "Where's the cereal? I've seen enough."

The First Time I Ate Dim Sum

So this is one of my first dining experiences I had in Hong Kong. The name of the restaurant was Pancake Colours, in Mong Kok.
We had been bimbling around the humid hectic streets, sweating and hungry, for some time and it had just started to rain. With no umbrella we tucked into the lobby of one of the many gigantic buildings that has an escalator leading to floor after floor of mazes of tiny chaotic shops, full of masses of cheap clothing and jewellery and hello kitty paraphernalia and copious phone covers and mobile accessories. Amongst the bric a brac, knick knacks and endless clutter, you can often find restaurants.
Pancake Colours offered me my first taste of dim sum. We had dumplings, rice noodle rolls and duck all with soy sauce. I also tasted my first lemon tea, a beverage I have every time I visit a Chinese restaurant, only now I tend to get it iced rather than hot as they give you a cup of bottomless hot tea or hot water for free anyway.
At this time I was absolutely terrible at using chop sticks. A lot of my food touched the table top before finally making it into my mouth. Still tasted good though.