It’s getting harder and harder to write these posts the further away from our vacation we get. Plane straight back to HK, please? No? That’s okay, our brain is doing that for us anyway. (My body may be in an office but my gray cells are tanning on the beaches of the maldives. Yes. All six of them.)
So. The morning after our awesome dinner involved awesome breakfast in the shape of condensed milk topped french toast. Yes. You read that correctly. Condensed milk. On french toast. WHY HADN’T WE TRIED THIS STUFF EARLIER?
I’m not lying when I say this is one of the best things we’ve ever tried. Yum.
We were back at the Toastbox once again, our new favorite place because it’s nearby and the sooner we eat the happier we get. We’re that sort of family. You can find condensed milk topped everything (condensed milk topped peanut butter toast, anyone?) at most dairy milk companies though, so called because… I’m not sure. I think they mostly have cheap breakfast and milk puddings all day round.
The service at Toastbox is fast, though.
And then we were off wandering the streets on our last proper day. I had wanted to go to Sham Sui Po, but the family wanted something more central so we headed to Yau Ma Tei to look for an old school knife/switchblade shop that was recommended.
We didn’t find it, sadly, but we did stumble upon the Jade Market (which I hadn’t planned on going to, after the reviews I read online). I’m glad we did, touristy kitsch or not touristy kitsch, it was fun shopping/bargaining for (most likey fake) jade bangles and things.
We got the pearl necklaces we wanted from proper shop, though, so do keep in mind that not everything is a bargain/genuine. If you want to stack your arms with jade for cheap, however, go all crazy! And don’t be afraid to look around before settling on the piece you like, I found bangles from one lady for 300HK dollars (after bargaining) and the stall behind her sold them for 70HK, and I’m not really too picky about quality in this instance.
And then we decided to explore the surrounding area, which somehow took us back to the Royal Pacific Hotel.
And somehow after ending up at The Royal Pacific Hotel, we snacked at Pacific Coffee. I have no idea how we manage to come back to this franchise no matter where we are. And not on purpose, either, it just happens.
And then we ended up in Harbour City, also somehow by accident. A good accident, though, because we last-day-shopped, so fun times abound. It’s kind of hard to avoid malls in Hong Kong, anyway.
One quick intervening comment on shopping in hong kong which might be a little obvious but must be said anyway: don’t buy luxury european brands from here. Chanel, Prada, Salvatore Ferregamo etc., they’re all 20% more expensive and that’s at the outlet’s price. Occasionally, you might find a bargain, but those will be at normal flagship stores that have 90/80% off or warehouse finds with the brand tag cut off. (you also might, on a very very lucky occasion, find Dr. Martens for 200SR in their flagship store. If you do… BUY THEM. BUY THEM ALL.)
For makeup fans, there’s a drugstore called Sasa. It’s everywhere and they have brilliant things and creams and nail polishes (anime eyeliner, anyone?). They also have great smelling perfumes for peanuts.
Anyone remember the film I left at the Dotwell Photolab? It was done by the time we came back from macau, and I’m not known for my patience, so off the family got dragged to Kimberly Road again (plus they got pineapple buns, so ain’t no one complainin’).
Anyone else as interested in that new china club karaoke lounge as I am?
For eleven B&W 120 film rolls developed on print and on a CD, Dotwell was actually really decently priced. Mind, do give them instructions when handing over color lomography 120 film to be developed, two of mine had ended up with no negatives for a reason I couldn’t understand (communication problem between myself and the guy behind the counter).
Now, for expats who want to eat fake italian/american/western food, we found this interesting area right across the photo depicting Carnarvon Road. Past the nitrogen ice cream store is a flight of stairs…
To your right at the top of the stairs there’s a large walkway of sorts with restaurants on the left side.
After all that wandering, we were hungry and ended up at the first okay looking restaurant we found. Which, thankfully, turned out to have excellent new york style pizza. Again, please schedule your meals each day, it makes that much of a difference and you don’t miss out/settle as much as we did.
Another ‘halal’ option for you. And, best part of the evening ever, we found this little street pie shop on the corner, called Pie and Tart Specialists. Now, you have to know… we love pies. Pies are wonderful human creations and pumpkin pies are the most marvelous of marvelousness and this is going to turn into a gushing essay on our love for pies if I don’t shut up and show you the pictures.
The apple pie S reports is uh-mazing. The pumpkin pie was less pumpkin and more this odd cheddar cheese looking custard, and the chocolate milk tart was enjoyable. For all three, the crust was amazing.
More images from after dinner:
And then, we
went to the hotel and packed our bags and slept like normal people would because it was 10pm and our flight was next day decided to explore the late night temple market, sans the tweedledums because I’d hear the shops there can get a little kid unfriendly/unsuitable.
One thing we discovered that we wished we’d found out about earlier? Temple Market Street was filled with fresh seafood ‘restaurants’, exactly the sort we’d been looking for.
We didn’t get to eat in them, however, because a dinner without the tweedledums was unfair, and we were full by then. Sigh.
And then we, er, noticed the market itself. To be honest, I’d much rather have skipped ladies market and gone to the late night temple market much earlier on our trip. And as long as you don’t venture to some of the stores on the side, there aren’t any sexual paraphernalia in the market itself, so it’s safe for kids.
And it was a lovely end to a chilled out day.
Only one more post left before we finish up with Hong Kong, promise!
sincerely dedicated to all things happiness,
two boots and a farwa