Late 2006, Dad and I travelled around the world together. More fun than watching your pet cat annoy your pet dog…
Everywhere we stopped to eat, we took each other’s photo. Kitch and touristy, I know, but who knew it would be fun?
Hong Kong was the last day of our around the world holiday…
We caught the ferry to Kowloon, and Dad figured it would be a great idea to get lost in the little winding back streets where we could see the “real” locals.
He is very adventurous that way.
I, on the other hand am not.
After convincing Dad that most of the small eateries would probably have more Health-Code violations than you could poke a chop-stick at, he dragged me into this one.
Can anyone say “holy shit, two h-u-g-e white guys just walked into my cafe” in Chinese?
We got packed in like sardines, well actually like two whales and a lot of little sardines, and they brought us two huge bowls of wonton soup.
The soup bowls were enormous, and I thought they might be taking the piss, but then I noticed all the locals were eating from the same sized soup bowls.
8 massive wontons, chilli, more chilli, and a bit extra chilli just in case, and some water…
I couldn’t eat it all, and for the first time in ages, I didn’t really like what I was eating.
The expression says it all really.