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Happy New Year, readers and friends! I hope 2014 brings us all much food and happiness, and maybe quite a few more HK numb posts…  I am thoroughly excited about what this year holds, namely finally being settled in HK in Summer and all that that entails – mostly food and certain boy.

For those of you who were hungover on that chilly New Year’s Day, I’m sure you’d agree not much beats a warm bowl of ramen from Butao.  Lucky for the ‘dark siders’ of Hong Kong  (I know, I hate that term too), Butao and Din Tai Fung have recently opened branches in Sha Tin New Town Plaza.  I dont know about you, but my hungover afternoons will never be the same; xiao long bao and tonkotsu right next to eachother, and close to home?!  Aww yeah, watch my belly grow ho ho ho.

I have to admit: I was a Butao virgin before they opened in Sha Tin, so I’m not sure how this compares to the original shop in Lanks.  As it was my first time, I was – as I’m sure you can imagine – innocent and naive about what was in store.  Waiting for my ticket to be called gave me a little anticipatory anxiety, especially after hearing everyone else talking about it these last few years.  Before this, sometimes I’d think, “Why don’t you just do it already?  Just get it over with, everyone else has.” but I don’t know, I guess the romantic in me just wanted it to be special, that I should wait til I was ready… or til they opened a branch closer to home.

I guess you could say for my first-time I kept it vanilla – I went for the classic Butao ($83) with normal thin noodles. Nothing overdone or elaborate, of course – I’m not that kind of girl – but I did get a couple extra sides here and there.  Nothing wrong with a bit of fork play, after all.

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IMG_2264So, was it worth the wait?  Well, yes.  I didn’t need to wait in a mile-long queue, and was never appealed by the thought of going to Central by 10am to be one of the first-served (I feel similarly about the Ichiran hype), so this branch was definitely worth the wait.  I loved the original broth, which I think is more flavourful and unctuous than the Ippudo brand.  However, I was quite disappointed with the pork belly, which seemed comparatively tasteless and lacking.  I also would’ve preferred harder noodles, so I amended this on my next visit.

IMG_2266Andrew ordered the Black King ($93) which I found far too heavy.  Perhaps for this and the Green King (which features cheese and olive oil), opting for a lighter strength would’ve made it easier to slurp down.  It was a nice alternative, but I’m glad I stuck to the original.

The next time we came though, I wanted it harder and hotter.

IMG_2329[1]I loved the Red King ($93).  I guess I’m not much of a purist when it comes to Butao cos I would definitely order this again and again over the original – but only just.  I opted for harder noodles (better) and Butao’s special spicy sauce on top of the already spicy broth.  The broth wasn’t outlandishly spicy, but its kick was addictive to the point I pretty much emptied the bowl of soup. The Japanese marinated egg’s ($17) runny yolk was the perfect neutraliser though whenever I needed a cool down. Like the other ‘Kings’, it has a little pork mince ball in the center, in addition to your selected meat.  Being disappointed with the pork belly on last visit, we tried the pork butt and found it to be much tastier and less fatty.

I do like how Butao lets you customise your ramen, but it is indeed somewhere that you need to go more than once to get your ideal bowl.  Which I don’t mind in the slightest.

Happy hangover, Hong Kong!  Keep eating, stay sexy.

6/F, Jardine Centre, 50 Jardine’s Bazaar, CW

I had toast again for dinner yesterday, so that might explain why I’m feeling rather blasé about my recent food ‘conquests’ (read: how to stop your toaster from incinerating all that you condemn to its steel jaws).  Since it’s a Thursday, I shall invoke the popular hashtag #throwbackthursday to introduce Xenri No Tsuki Japanese Cuisine on the HK numb today.

Xenri No Tsuki (千里之月鮨旬菜) has been around for a while, consistently living up to its name by Openricers, food bloggers, and unpublished foodies (aka the silent heroes) alike.  I myself visited on April 3rd (the boyfriend’s birthday ha ha, couldn’t forget that date now could I…) and we were dying for a sushi fix.  This was supposedly the place.

The almost prurient plates of melt-in-your-mouth toro and crunchy ebi-head seemed to be crawling into my camera lens (and later, my mouth) on all fours, like a Terry Richardson shoot with Miley Cyrus –  traversing that fine line between art and just plain traumatizing.  I suppose my subject matter by comparison was leaning towards the former, although if I had stuffed any more sushi into my poor first-world belly I would have been in distress.

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Please forgive me for not remembering some details.  As an amuse bouche, we were presented with a dried/cured fish on shiso leaf, with what I believe was a Kewpie mayo dressing; kidney beans; and pickled vegetables.  Nice.  Nothing special.

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G/F, 3 Thomson Road, Wanchai

This Japanese crab restaurant, situated on a quiet corner on Thomson Road, offers something few restaurants in Hong Kong can; a gustatory journey singling out three exceptionally sweet crab species flown in fresh from Japan, without letting you leave until you realise absolutely the true meaning of gastronomic hedonism.  Ceasing our hunger may have been a priority at the start of that night – a state that must first and foremost be satisfied, I do not argue there.  However, after a course of sweet and succulent grilled King Taraba crab legs with Kani-su, or crab vinegar, and a third course of crispy tempura claws and a Matcha (green tea) salt, and a shabu shabu set featuring various joints of the crab to be plunged into a hot ponzu-like bath, finally to end the crab “nose-to-tail” eating with a fifth course of crab roe rice.. well, the state of being full was almost a non sequitur.  The biological urge to nourish ourselves was quickly passed over and replaced, almost just as naturally, by a decadently bent motivation to pleasure our palates with crab, crab and more crab.

Kanizen keeps one eye on the traditional, and the other eye on the future – but both are on the culinary ball.  A first impression of the front exterior – defined, clean lines, dark woods and elegant block signage with no windows – admittedly, all seems rather solemn.  And then, one press of a button outside slides the large wooden panel back, revealing a foyer featuring a concrete pool of fresh Japanese crab varieties – Matsuba, Taraba, Kegari; what was once solemn now becomes decor meticulousness exuding sexiness via seafood.  Another automated wooden panel opens to the main dining section, with a U-shaped bar for crepuscular foodies like Andrew and I to sit and be allured by all manners of crustacean temptations.  We went for Mr. Big: the King crab, or Taraba (鱈場蟹).

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Shop 210, Silvercord Tower, 30 Canton Road, Tsim Sha Tsui

I’ve been eating out quite a bit lately.  And there are quite a few notable foodie moments that I am excited to share with WordPress (foodbite: a sous-vide wagyu ribeye at Shore…), but my sister and her hubby’s  just left back to Boston, so I think I’m going to dedicate my next blog to our little trip to Tsim Sha Tsui.

There’s something quite classy about getting messy on sake.  Or maybe I’m just saying that to justify a lack of self-restraint.  But there is an art to drinking sake, I’m sure – an art to not scalding your tongue on the first lip lash and welcoming the warm rush down your throat, an art to maintaining your cool even after slugging hot liquid silk as if your number at Ippudo’s going to get called any minute (which it won’t, by the way; you just wait that goddamn hour like a trooper, dammit).

My sister and I have a history of excessive drinking (in b4 ‘you are an alcoholic’).  We only realised after we totaled one too  many cups of sake that we should never hang out with eachother when a drink is in the mix.  Although, our last tour-de-force was in Philippines in 2008, so perhaps it was a long time coming; we went through three bottles of Jose Cuervo that night, and only stopped because the bar didn’t have any more in stock – or so they said.  No chasers, no nothing, just a rampage of tequila and kareoke.  We still have no idea how we managed it, and I’m starting to think my present tolerance with such vices are somehow rooted to that night.  How the flying fuck?  Honestly.  One of life’s great mysteries.  Another, by the by, is how they make the pork in Ippudo so damn delicious:

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466-472 Nathan Road, Yau Ma Tei
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Yokozuna 橫綱 in Yau Ma Tei has been around since 1987.  That’s 24 years of culinary perseverance in a crammed Tokyo-style 24-seat restaurant, with a minimum 30-minute waiting line of people that realise the lengths one has to go to for some serious ramen in Hong Kong.  Rumour has it the Japanese head chef left a couple years ago (or maybe more recently than this, although I’ve yet to find any reliable sources) so it was handed over to some Chinese owners, and I suppose if we’re going to be particular about the broth, some were lacking in either the thickness or complexity that apparently Butao Ramen in Soho is now renowned for.

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