So, I lived to write another blog.
The cold yesterday didn’t kill me, although it was very, very uncomfortable. I survived much worse in Korea last month, so I should be able to make it through to Friday here without having to buy a winter coat.
Which is not to say that I won’t buy one if I happen to come across an irresistibly cute one. Which I haven’t. Which is good.
I wore four layers on top, had on two pairs of woollen leggings plus a pair of knee high socks. That was about as much as I could pile on without looking lumpy.
Still not enough. Today I will wear an extra coat, lumpy be damned.
Incidentally, this photo was taken outside Yue Kee Roasted Goose Restaurant.
Situated in the New Territories, it’s quite out of the way but I suppose people go there because it’s famous and, of course, because the roasted goose is really good.
This goose was very fatty, and fragrantly so. I scraped away all the fats from the skin before eating but the yummy fatty taste was already infused in the goose, so you can taste the fat without having to eat too much of it.
The skin was sufficiently crispy and the meat tender enough not to break my teeth chewing. I was relieved that there wasn’t any strong fowl odour you sometimes get in duck and goose.
You can’t eat too much of it, though. It’s very rich.
My cousin Faith brought us there and said, “Sorry but only the goose is nice here.”
And I was quite happy to just eat goose and nothing else, but when it came time to order, she started adding this and that.
Most of it turned out to be good, so, so much for “only the goose is nice here”.
Goose liver with Chinese wine. This was soft and succulent, although I prefer foie gras, generally. Normal liver is not as fatty. But, on the bright side, you can eat more of it without feeling sick to your stomach.
This is supposedly fried goose intestines (with salted vegetables) but it didn’t taste fried at all. More like braised. The salted veges didn’t quite go with it, either, so I didn’t really like this dish.
Sweet and sour pork, default crowd favourite. This was done well.
We also had a kai lan dish, and watercress soup. Both were great but boring to photograph so no photos.
Our total bill (for four) came up to HKD542 (SGD90).
I will miss the goose.
You can check out the Yue Kee website for the address if you’re interested.
And, now, some cute things to look at!
We visited my cousin’s home at Park Island (very near Disneyland), which seems to be a very nice place to live in, very peaceful and idyllic because it’s isolated from all the main activity in Hong Kong.
She has a cute dog and a cute baby in the house!
Happy the poodle!
That’s her name.
I suppose she doesn’t look too happy in the photos. But she’s really jumpy and attention-seeking, which is cute.
She looks so much like Scruffy, who was the Goonfather’s dog but is now Nanny Wen’s dog.
(Oh, I forgot, I’m supposed to call her Buggy Wen now.)
Josias the baby is the happy one. He’s always smiling. It’s so easy to make him smile and he hardly cries, only during designated times.
We didn’t have time to go sightseeing or shopping.
Well, Kay had a bit of time to drool at gun replicas at a building full of gun shops, but that’s about it.
We met his niece for dinner at a famous dim sum restaurant called Tim Ho Wan, which is One Michelin Starred.
There’s a perpetual queue outside, maybe because it’s a very small restaurant with a seating capacity of exactly 30.
I’m not quite sure why this place is so hyped up.
Apart from the unique char siew pau (which is presented as a fried crusty bun), everything tastes mediocre to me. It’s not bad or anything, but I’ve had much better ones in Singapore in random dim sum eateries.
The char siew pau.
That might be worth trying, but I don’t know if you’d want to queue more than an hour for it.
After that, we went for dessert (snow ice!) and that was about it for the day.
I suppose there’s nothing much you can do in Hong Kong except eat and shop. I’m a bit lazy to shop these days. Trying on clothes and shoes and deciding what to get and what not to get is very tiring.
And, as I have mentioned before, each time I walk out into the cold, wintry air, my first instinct is to hibernate.
But we’ll see. I’ll try to do something a bit more interesting today.