siu yuk – roast pork
The day after my cousin’s wedding – and our final day in Hong Kong – we got together with all the rellies and had a big yum cha lunch at Dragon King in the World Trade Centre, the final in a string of many indulgent meals we’d had. If they read this, I wanted to thank my Aunty Liz and Uncle Jon who fed us so ferociously well over the weekend.
Since it’s a Friday, I’m not going to say much except this, people, this is how you do yum cha porn:
I’m back! So. As some of you who follow me on twitter might know, I snuck off to Hong Kong for a quick weekend trip to MC at my cousin’s wedding. I didn’t talk about it here because my mum reads my blog (hi mum! miss you!) and I wanted to surprise my parents in Hong Kong. They had no idea I was going and it was brilliant, though my dad did almost have a heart attack when we showed up so maybe I should re-think surprises for senior older over-60 citizens from now on.
I hang my head in shame. After blogging about tourist-trap Darling Harbour earlier this week, I now have to admit that I also ate at Hard Rock Café over the Christmas break. Not just a restaurant in a touristy location but the fricking big kahuna of all touristy venues. I am ashamed.
But I did have the nachos. With pulled pork. And jalapeños. And it was delicious.
Going on a secret surprise trip this weekend, so see y’all on the other side! x
There’s something about giving second chances. What that thing is I don’t really know yet because… me, I’m not a great one at giving second chances. In fact, it’s one of my resolutions – and um, has been for years – to work on forgiving and forgetting. As much as I generally love everyone, if somebody hurts me or hurts someone I care about, I can hold a grudge for all of eternity. And beyond.
But I’m slowly learning to give second chances. And maybe it’s easier to learn to give second chances to things that aren’t human; things are that more predictable, stable, constant. Like restaurants.
Like Blackbird Café in Darling Harbour, for example.