A couple of posts back I said that my life was in a rut that consisted of going to out to eat every night with the same few people. After some thought, I realized that while yes, I do go out to eat a lot and that in theory is boring to blog about, I live in Hong Kong and a being in a rut here is still more exciting than many other things in life. Case in point: Wednesday's dinner at The Intercontinental . Before going to the Chinese restaurant inside I was told it "...it is lauded as one of Asia's - and the world's - finest" Chinese restaurants. What more can I say? It was magical. Sadly I couldn't capture all of its splendor with my own camera, but the website photos look much better than anything I could have taken. The view alone made the night, not to mention the food and jade place settings.
Worried I might be getting too pretentious, I had to take it down a notch on Thursday. Here's all you need to know about the night:
(T with his raw beef noodle soup. My curry chicken was good, all the meat was from the neck and full of bones - delicious.)
The juxtaposition of these two nights sent me musing on my other dining experiences in HK and I've decided I really can't complain about being in a rut anymore.
Here are Karissa and I at a vegetarian restaurant. We were seated on a raised platform filled with pillows, a guitar, and a drum (everyone else was sitting at regular old tables). I never felt more like a hippie than when I took off my shoes, sat cross-legged among the throw pillows and ate my baked tofu and risotto.
And here is a photo from our Indian night. We all brought some type of Indian food, ate, and watched Darjeeling Limited. You better believe I made naan.
(Laura and Karissa with some leftovers)
(T with his raw beef noodle soup. My curry chicken was good, all the meat was from the neck and full of bones - delicious.)The juxtaposition of these two nights sent me musing on my other dining experiences in HK and I've decided I really can't complain about being in a rut anymore.
Here are Karissa and I at a vegetarian restaurant. We were seated on a raised platform filled with pillows, a guitar, and a drum (everyone else was sitting at regular old tables). I never felt more like a hippie than when I took off my shoes, sat cross-legged among the throw pillows and ate my baked tofu and risotto.
And here is a photo from our Indian night. We all brought some type of Indian food, ate, and watched Darjeeling Limited. You better believe I made naan.
(Laura and Karissa with some leftovers)
3 comments:
while you're on an international tour of cuisine you should try sampling some tasty ethnic men from those same countries too.
indian food/naan bread night sounded fun except for the movie, which ranks right up there along side "the family stone" on the list of all-time worst movies an Wilson brother was in. but i just wanted to tell you that brad kesler has already laid claim to the concept of an american sandwich shop featuring strictly naan bread. he calls it "the naan-conformist".
so don't even bother, the idea is spoken for.
by matt b.
Kelsey,
here you are experiencing a world full of sophisticated foods and culture, and last night I ate beanie weenies and watched a pirated "Slumdog Millionaire." I really should get our more. I hope when we see each other again I won't be too boring for you.
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