Gong hee fat choi!

Happy new year all.

Okay, so I wasn’t going to blog anything today because it was only a half day at work so I’ve got stuff on my mind, I’m a wreck form yesterday’s circuit class of doom, & I also went to the pub over lunch, so honestly, just couldn’t be arsed.

But as I was tooling around on my computer this evening, a little box pops up that says: OMG your computer is being hackde! (sic) Words words words words words, please do this, click this link, go there, make sure to protect yourself, etc. etc. As this came through Skype, which wasn’t supposed to be running, I thought to myself “Self. I think my computer is being hacked”.

Sigh.

So, yay for being on my hotel’s open network when all the nerds are at home bored for Chinese new year. Year of the Golden Rabbit? More like year of the stolen credit card. But whatevs, I’m sure I’ll figure something out. Maybe even using a *gasp* wired connection. As for now however, I’m writing my ‘blog’ entry in MS Word. Go me.

Oh, also while I’m here:

EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE WORLD MUST GO TO KENJO JAPANESE RESTAURANT IN HONG KONG.

Now, the whole World War 2 thing apparently put a bit of a damper on Sino-Japanese relations, which is understandable, but 65 years & a big appetite will bridge many divides. None so great at the chasm of flavour between Japan & the rest of the world. But this Japanese chef (who is apparently immune to sake from the punishing he was withstanding) who owns Kenjo has decided to do just that by making Hong Kong his home & my taste buds his bitch.

Wait, that could really be construed the wrong way…

Let's just backtrack for a second. What I meant to say was it was really, really good food. That’s it. I paid money for it & that was that.

Aaanyway, It’s one of those restaurants with a few tables & a whole bunch of stools crowded around the sushi/sashimi preparation area & everyone that works there is some kind of ninja. They wear blue & white uniforms & bust out tiny raw fish creations like it was nothing at all. You ask for tuna, you get the best tuna you’ve ever had. You ask for prawn, you get amazing prawn sushi followed by the head (kind of gross) in a miso soup (awesome! Not gross anymore!). You ask for sea urchin, kapow! You get tasty, tasty sea urchin. The freakin’ wasabi is ground from the horseradish root thing on the day they use it. They’ve got it all & it tastes better than the crap you had for dinner last night! So HA!

The Japanese chef owner guy is awesome too. He watches his apprentices prepare stuff & you can see them shitting themselves as he just sort of hovers in the back ground, quiet & unmoving & then BOOM, he’s on them like a wolf spider. I couldn’t understand a word they were saying (Mandarin lessons wouldn’t help there, would they?), but dang he got Hitori Hanso all up in their grills about cutting 43 degrees instead of 45 & was waving around a knife that – I kid you not – was about 18 inches long in their faces while he whizzed through about 15 paper thin slices of fish. “Okay?!? Okay.” And then off he’d go back to smile at the customers. It was hilarious. For me.

So this place is located in Tsim Sha Tsui (or TST as the locals call it, actually while I’m on it, I really think the Hong Kong penchant for turning everything into an acronym probably has a lot to do with the number of banks in this place. I swear to god I’ve never heard so many friggin’ acronyms as working for a bank. Anyone reading this who was in aiesec: Yeah. More than that.) Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, it’s in TST down a whole mess of side streets & is the best place you’ll ever eat food. Google it all up. I can’t at the moment (if you don’t know why, then please start reading this blog from the top down, not the other way).

All for now. Tomorrow is proper Chinese new year & I’m going to get local. Yeah.