This blog is not turning into a restaurant critic’s homepage, but mention must be made of yesterday evening’s Chinese Supper Club’s visit to Joy King Lau in Chinatown.
I had almost forgotten how much I missed having plates and bowls thrown on the table. Or how savagely a waiter can tear the wrapper off a pair of chopsticks, or violently pour soup. And how good Tsing Tao beer is with Dao Miu steamed with garlic and crispy Yue Gaap.
Ho sik. Ho bau. Ngoh ho jung-yi chung-kwok chaan.