That was me.
One night all things oceanic were presented to me in a cast iron pot of bubbling juice, steam spilling from the rounded sides like a witches cauldron as the lid was ceremoniously lifted. "Wow," I said out loud to the bemusement of several locals who probably ate similar dishes every night.
Last night I ordered another casserole hooked on the comforting joy they offered to a lonesome traveller. This time it was at my local "MX" - a chain of restaurants with set menus. You choose the menu then pay, then get your meal pretty quickly afterwards after queuing.
My meal was a combo - a thin, non-viscous, sweetcorn tasting soup with bits of this and that, green tea and a large roast duck casserole all for 35 hkd (about 3.50)
Just as I was getting irritated by the lack of heat in the casserole a lady in a pinafore approached and offered a base unit for the dish. It contained a pot an flammable substance. "whoooooof," in 5 minutes the whole dish was jumping with heat like Frankensteins monster in an electric storm.
The tasty, cleavered slices of roast duck were just the beginning, for beneath there was a treasure trove of meaty pieces.
Salty belly pork, toffee coloured fried tofu, crunchy broccoli florets and many other unidentifiable pieces of meat and bone. There was def. some ventricles and I dare say some other bits ending in "....icles," but I really didn't care. I found soft sewedey vegetable and meaty balls of (chicken?) amongst the pot's now mouth burningly hot contents.
Slurp, guzzle, sip, dribble.........
"These guys can cook an all-in-one dish every bit as well as the French," I thought as I headed back to the neon lights.
