Hong Kong's claim to culinary capital has always eluded me, but then again, maybe that's on the word of the people who live in its highest spires (and I'm not talking about those towers of tenements here). Looks like they just chop up every last part of any animal and charge that much less than what preparation of real food might cost. Today I had a piece of beef that I chewed on for the remainder of the meal, more than half of it, which, if you've been following recent events, had me wondering if it was my teeth that weren't up to the task. I'd try to use the saliva from the additional portions to help, and when that didn't, pushed it to a vacant part of my mouth to work on later. Figures it'd be the one occasion I had forgotten the quaint local practice of bringing in your own tissues for napkins, and we'd be without restroom facilities for me to go dump it, either. Hell, maybe I could've spit it onto the fucking table and no one would've batted an eye.