A daily obsession we adopted was getting Mango Strawberry Crystal Jelly drinks and Mango Stuffed Mochi balls at the Hui Lau Shan dessert shops. It’s fruity lust. You feel guilty eating it at the windows seat while passerbyers jealously ogled.
But HK isn’t just about asian food. At the International Financial Center was a massive western supermarket with a bakery and deli. This was where all the expats shopped. We made a straight line to the prosciutto and salami. With a hot crusty baguette in hand we made sandwiches made our mouths sing. We could go on and on. Everything here is made fresh when you order it. The food is so good its obscene. But there were a few things we didn’t try – like dried flying lizards…