Our friend Kelvin, who works in publishing and lives in Toronto, happened to be in Hong Kong at the same time as us. Well, you know what I was thinking. FREE TOUR GUIDE! At first, I felt bad about taking advantage of Kelvin’s flawless Cantonese skills, but then he accidentally led us to a hospital. Strange looks from elderly patients and bird flu aside, we continued on our adventure to the Capital Cafe.
The Capital Cafe is part of an interesting Hong Kong phenomenon of the tea restaurant. Not really what you’d think from the name — it serves slightly weird Western-style food. ALSO, it was in The New York Times!
The inside of the Capital Cafe. Pretty modern.
The menu. I did not have hot Coke, but I still wonder what it tastes like.
Some kind of meat on a bun.
A nice, plain egg sandwich. This is the kind of food that tea restaurants serve. Fairly basic, often breakfast-related, Western food.
Full of egg sandwiches, it was time for beer.
Hey, it’s Kelvin! (And a beer.)
Yessssssssss. Asian bars have rice crackers as a bar snack. My favourite.
Mike arguing with Kelvin, probably about ebooks.
Kelvin listens skeptically to Mike’s opinions.
On the hunt for street food. We took the subway over to the Kowloon side.
Looks promising, right?
I don’t know what’s going on here.
But THIS GUY will lead us to food on sticks.
SUCCESS! All kinds of delicious fried things.
My favourite — squid on a stick.
Yeah, I ate two of these.
Kelvin’s picky about his curry fish balls, so he approaches cautiously.
Meanwhile, Mike gobbles up some stomach because he has to pick the weird thing.
Almost like CC Lemon… but not quite.
EAT ALL THE CURRY FISH BALLS!
Mike takes some photos of neon signs.
Victoria Harbour is pretty at night. We decided to take the Star Ferry back instead of the subway for the scenic value.
Mike and Kelvin talking about boats. Or something.
Being tourists on the Star Ferry.
Heading back to the Hong Kong side.
RANDOM BUT AMAZING BAR CHOICE. After stumbling through the groups of drunk Americans that clog the streets of the Soho area of Hong Kong at night, we ended up at this bar, Yu Club. It’s in an unassuming office building, on one of the top floors. You would never know that it exists. No signs, and a “Members Only” placard on the door. Really laid back inside, lots of couches and comfy chairs.
It was like a less crowded version of those not-so-hidden bars in New York.
Many drinks and lots of publishing gossip later, we had to pour ourselves into a cab and head back to the hotel. Our flight to Frankfurt was the next morning. Big thanks to Kelvin for being an awesome tour guide!