Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Tsui Wah - LKF, Hong Kong



Avoid the LKF tourist-traps and come to this all-nighter where you can beat your hangover with all sorts of traditional Hong Kong cuisine. 



We try them all, starting with a drink. No booze served here - you should be a little drunk by the time you get here. I personally find the Hong Kong Milk Tea even more intoxicating. The tea asserts itself through the mollifying milk and cream. Try is cold and try it hot. Both are bomb.


A thick Malaysian Curry is full of chunky beef and tendon. The potatoes soak up all the sauce, and the tendon is chewy and soft. It's curry heaven over rice. 


A casserole of fried pork chop is topped with tomato sauce and cheese. Think chicken parm for Asians who did it better...Maybe pasta isn't the only thing Marco Polo borrowed...


Hainan Chicken is another must - it’s hard to come by and even harder to do well. The bland, blanched chicken remains savory, but I wish they made garlic rice. 


Eat your vegetables - try the Okra on ice. The okra is steamed but still crispy, and I love it with a splash of soy and wasabi.


The best food in Hong Kong: Bread with condensed milk and butter. It tastes like it sounds, but it's indescribably delicious.

Less $50 USD to feed three hungry people, and the food comes out instantly. There's less than ten minutes between ordering and arrival, and each dish is perfect. If I'd known the diner food was this good, I could have skipped all the Michelins.

Ce La Vie - LKF, Hong Kong

A few blocks down and a few streets over, the dark side of the city subsists. The notorious tourist-town, party-central LKF where only a taser would keep promoters from physically dragging you in for a free shot and overpriced food.



Don’t go into any of those places, let Ce La Vie shelter you from the storm. It’s a classy rooftop reprieve from the chaotic streets below. 

So take shelter while you’re relatively sober and enjoy the city lights. 


I’m sipping on a Jasmine Blossom, something floral and smooth. I can barely taste the vodka, and they need to add a little more. 

Still this bar is worth a visit. Go only for the view. 

Macau, China

It was a bit of a whirlwind - we lasted 3 hours before we were just done.


The ferry ride itself is an experience. Affordable and efficient and you get to see some city and some harbor while you’re in the harbor.


The afternoon starts off promisingly enough at St. Paul’s. It’s a pretty facade of a formerly glorious church. 

From there we walk the uneven bricks of Mount Fort, remnants of a military power.


I love the cannons.


But I love the cannonballs next to the bathroom more.


The Macau Museum is small but interesting. 




They don’t have much that’s original, but their display of Chinese history paralleled with western events lends perspective.


A view of the towering Lisboa is the backdrop of St. Paul’s church, an interesting juxtaposition in a city full of surprises. I’m shocked at how Chinese it is, and I regret skipping the lively side-streets full of eateries and shops. 

Instead I went to the Venetian because the biggest casino in the world is worth seeing, right? 

Wrong. It’s a mindless clone of the Vegas version taken out of context.


The gondolas glide along the canals, 


And the lights of sister casinos are in the distance.


It looks just like Vegas but it’s Vegas without the Vegas, a 3-D print and a disappointment - we can’t even find a bar.

Who sucked all the life out of Vegas? Forget Macau, we’ll go party in Hong Kong.

Friday, April 26, 2019

Bo Innovation - Central, Hong Kong

Bo Innovation. The 3-star playground of Alvin Leung. 


Within these cerulean walls, the demon chef 
preys on your darkest foodie fantasies. The food is all the culinary debauchery you can imagine plus a little more. 


The bread course is the first to touch the table, and it lands suspiciously, street-food 
Egg Puffs peeking from a paper bag. The sweet dessert becomes a savory ham sandwich with chives and the legendary Yunnan pork.


The first course of Corn is elote in gestalt. A pudding-cream glues the kernels into sweet surrender, and a gentle flash of Pat Chun vinegar highlights the corn.


Clever. You experience the meticulous arrangements before you even taste the food.  Prepare for your next dish from your pull-out drawer of silverware. It creates a strangely significant sense of autonomy, the ability to select your own utensils without relying upon the swiftness of a server.


Watch the lights flicker on under a powerful vial of shrimp oil. 


See it, breathe it in as it sweeps across each preparation of Brittany Lobster
Let the floppy slices of shaved truffle fold over each morsel of sweet lobster meat and slivery tartare. 

The oil brightens the lobster with fishy umami notes, and the creamy whipped potatoes add a slip of silk to the texture. Resist the temptation to eat everything separately - the collaboration of flavors turns exceptional unimaginable. 


A Hokkaido Scallop. Tender and meaty, soft but mighty. The peas are along a similar vein, and their sugar submits to the Shanghai vinegar.


Let the Foie Gras awaken your list for the liquid liver. Charcoal mantou encase and isolate the fat
, making room for the structured theme of the bamboo. Add pomelo pulp for contrast.


The plating honors its purpose as the scaffolding that built the city.  


You can’t look away from these, the X-treme XLB. A fragile yolk of seaweed houses a savory broth within. The wrapper is thin and slick, and it easily gives in your mouth. The bubble bursts to and your mouth fills with porky soup.


An imperial cup carries a palate cleanser of juices pea flower, a dash of citrus, and a dab of mou tai. The green creates a refresher that gives finishes both gentle and lush. 


A supple block of Haida Gwaii Black Cod lounges across mushroom cliffs, waiting under an umbrella of Iberico ham. Almonds add a little nutty savor, and they sail across pork broth sea.


The Suckling Pig Leg will make you feel dirty despite its skin so clean. The skin is so crisp it splits without shearing, and the white meat of the leg simply
 floats away on your tongue.


There’s a sharp salad of raw greens 
in a spunky vinaigrette when your palate needs a reset.


And there’s a red-hot roasted pineapple with Sichuan peppercorns when you need to be more seduced.


A chicken bowl for the Chicken Rice. A ricey soup or a soupy rice? It tastes like risotto but they use no cheese or cream. 



Dried abalone and dried foie gras are shaved on top at tableside.


No Shark Fin. 


They found some agar strips to approximate the texture. It’s gelatinous and stringy, like jelly vermicelli, a humane dessert I can eat with zero guilt. 


Even their post-dinner Jasmine Tea is transforming.


The pod blooms as the tea steeps.

Bo Innovation is as seductive as it is fascinating. This tasting menu scratches an itch so deep you didn’t know you had it, and it opens a world of flavor and skill the likes of which you’ve never seen. This kitchen cooks up a powerful combination of everything I’ve ever loved: science, food, and fat.