The Australian, Lan Kwai Fong.

Rainbows in the night.









Nights are actually brighter than days in Hong Kong.

After a rainy day, it's always nice to go back to those busy streets where you no longer get lost. SoHo and Lan Kwai Fong are those districts that you never get enough of. So, here we where, hunting for the perfect salad - as usual.



Their custom was to keep all the bottles emptied along the night.

Let me introduce you to our kind of favorite place. It's small, hidden in the backstreets of a major city. Popular among the locals, often missed by those walking through the beaten track.

The interior design is modern, somewhat kistch yet magnetic and natural. Nice, not overdone. The waiter is professional, fast, quirky and fun. Like a friend would treat you at their place. Kind and warm, never servile.

Beers are big, wine is reasonably priced - without risking a headache the day after.



Small plates are a way to share healthy treats, instead of the guilt that comes after fatty stuff.



Girls' go for a night out, while the owner pours wine to her closest circle, that happens to be having dinner by our side.



Grilled veggies are the speciality, seasoned with a secret herb-mix.



So we loved this one. It's funny. Most of the time, I could kill for a platter of mixed-grilled-greens. In Hong Kong, I was able to order them every single day, in the variety of places we tried. Guess that in such a multi-kulti city, farms focus on expat taste - more than on producing local rice, like in Japan.


Parece que hayan pasado años desde que estuvimos en Hong Kong, cuando en realidad no son más que tres semanas. Enrique está con fiebre, mientras que los demás pasamos un Sábado muy relajado, en el que ha dado para power-walkear, rellenar la nevera, pasear hasta Shibuya, dar una clase de Bikram y reponer el armario con unas faldas de Le Ciel Bleu.