However, good Hainan chicken is very hard to find in Hong Kong. The best I've had so far was at Hard Rock Cafe -- the former manager is Singaporean and he made sure that their Hainan chicken was on point.
Still, I've had Hainan chicken at this Sheung Wan eatery on Mercer Street before, and it was passable. I was a bit discombobulated when we arrived, though, because the place has changed its name, but it still looks exactly the same.
The staff are a couple of high school kids, and they kind of don't give a shit.
Well, as I said before, it's kind of mediocre but sort of acceptable if you are really desperate for Hainan chicken rice. It was about HKD39. When I started this blog, I swore that I wouldn't do bad reviews because why clutter up this blog with so much negativity? So, at first I wasn't going to write about this place, but then I didn't hate it and I need to add an entry because I went out with B to places I've written about before.
There was a semi-exciting moment when this expat lady came in demanding vegetables and whining about the restaurant not having any that she wanted to eat. Lady, the outside of the fucking eatery is plastered with pictures of pork chops and chicken. If you want to eat some vegetables, go to the Goddamn supermarket and pick up a salad! Filthy herbivore. (Note that I'm not against vegetarians -- my own mother is a vegetarian because she's a devout Buddhist -- but I loathe people using their food preferences as an excuse to be rude and stupid.)
It really was average Hainan chicken, nothing too horrible or great. Singaporeans will be scoffing as they read this, I know.
After we ate, we decided to visit a nearby park that we saw. It turned out to be more exciting that we could have anticipated! There was some National Geographic shenanigans happening in the carp and terrapin pond. First, we saw a lady terrapin being pursued by an ardent suitor, who she kept slapping in the face with her flippers but he just took it like a hardcore masochist. Who knew that terrapins were also ruled by their penises?
Some of the carp were also wilding out. They were doing backflips out of the water and splashing us. It was more exciting that Sea World!
Then this night bird arrived.
Pretty, huh?
It looks almost ghostly, don't it?
There was also this terrapin that got us excited because he thought he was Sylvester Stallone in that mountain-climbing movie.
Ah! He fell!
But he tried to climb back up again!
Ah, he fell again!
Then, he tried another side. It was pretty nerve-wracking watching him, and I was exhausted and had to go home.
