Back, after 2 weeks of bone-chilling weather, family dinners, and carefully ignoring the looming return to Hong Kong. I still hadn’t found my footing there, scattering myself across the city, making time I didn’t have. Those first months had been saturated with new smells, sights, sounds, and a frantic desperation to fit everything in. If you were decent enough to read the first article in this series, you’ll know I had some tragic moments in the kitchen. I had plenty more of

The end of first semester was upon us. I thought after this cultural slap in the face, I was due a reward. Vietnam’s food and culture was still somewhat of a mystery to me, my experiences being an ethically indefensible Vietnamese food chain I refuse to name, and the odd bánh mi. The irony is the best bánh mi I have eaten to date, even better than those I ate in Vietnam, was from a teeny-tiny shop in the Prince Edward neighbourhood of Hong Kong: Bánh Mi Chung . Unlike a lot o

After throwing myself into a weekend in Kuala Lumpur, I thought it probably about time I started to get to know Hong Kong. I don't think it's possible to live on hard boiled eggs and kimchi forever (is it?). Eating in Hong Kong means dim sum, roast meats, noodles, fresh seafood and a million other things, so you’ll have to bear with me. I had a few run ins with roast meats- pork, goose, duck, the first of them being in my local grocery store, Taste. The food counter at Taste

I thought being in Hong Kong would be enough- I mean, I had just travelled to the other side of the world, surely it was enough? But when I heard people talking about their upcoming trips to Vietnam, China, Japan, etcetera, I realised that taking advantage of my location hadn’t even crossed my mind. In hindsight, I’d have been silly not to. My first thought was Malaysia, based only on my father telling me he once narrowly escaped a shark there (unverified, he told me this whe

There’s something special about plane food, I can’t put my finger on it. Call me a loser but nothing excites me like a dry bread roll, a tiny block of cheese and rock solid butter. And if you’re smart, you’ll save that nature valley bar for later. The perfect fuel for a 21-hour trek across the world. Arriving in a new place at night is never ideal. Especially if that place is the complete polar opposite of where you just came from. I grew up in a small town with a concentrate