And so it begins… I have been in Hong Kong a month now and I wrote this just before collecting Jen – half jet lagged to death – at the airport.
I’ve spent the last month going through a bit of a readjustment and it is not only because of the heinous humidity, the small women who bully me when I try to get on and off the MTR and the fact that work thinks it is my new girlfriend so I should spend all my weekends with her (my office is actually the reflection above). Hong Kong is, just like London, one of the few truly world cities. And because of that it is not a simple place to be. For everything that is inspiring about it there is also something which is awful. It is nothing like a city such as Paris where you can just drift around and bathe in the beauty. Instead it demands effort.
And above all it demands effort in food. Gone are my confident ways where I know where to go, what to order or even if what I am eating is good. This is the opposite. This is a fiesta of ignorance. But it is exciting.
So what is going to follow over the next two years is going to be a bit of a learning curve. There are foods I haven’t tried before, cuisines I haven’t even heard of and tastes and textures that laugh at Westerners. Every now and then I’ll relapse and go visit that Italian or French place but hopefully what turns up here should be different.
Finally, as this is so new to me suggestions are welcome. Some London bloggers such as Mr Noodles (here) or Hollowlegs (here) have helped tremendously by either giving me lists of places to try or by recently visiting Hong Kong themselves on an agressive eating mission. But I need more, a lot more. So send an email, add a comment and send Jen and I off on a new experience.
By the by, the most interesting meal I’ve had so far has been at the Sheung Wan Municipal Building and Civic Food Centre. Anything random, non Western and guaranteed to make people stare at the strange Londoner and ask why he is there – yes please.