
After landing yesterday, I met up with Cousin Steppynose and her boyfriend for a little dinner. To tell the truth, I was not hungry at all, since I had been eating constantly on my flight over here, but I was looking forward to seeing them and forcing myself to stay awake to ward off jet lag.
They took me to a little restaurant that serves different varieties of claypot rice, in a no-frills environment. It apparently is a restaurant that was featured on Anthony Bourdain's show No Reservations, and promised an authentic Hong Kong dining experience.
We were seated at a comunal table under blinding fluorescent lights in a bare-bones room whose decor could be described as "high-school cafeteria chic." Well, "chic" would have been pushing it. There were faded sheets of paper with scribbled chinese characters taped to all the walls, a whiteboard that announced what appeared to be daily specials and row after row of customer, hunched over his/her meal, devouring dinner.
The restaurant didn't serve up anything unnecessary, including napkins or water, but we were able to get a very good meal for less than US$10 total!
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