Musings

It's strange what you become used to and accepting of. Yesterday was a public holiday in Hong Kong (Bank Holiday for the brits amongst the audience). After a long sleep in (one of us managed to see 2pm still in bed), we dragged ourselves out to purchase coffee beans. This was important, as it gave us a reason for being out of the apartment, and therefore a reason to stop somewhere for a late lunch.

We ended up at a cafe/restaurant that we had previously passed in our meanderings through Mid-Levels. It's called Cru, and on our previous wander past the Eggs Benedict looked very good. However, we didn't go for the Eggs Benedict this time. Instead, Andrew targeted the Ham and Cheese French Toast (can anyone spell cholesterol?), while Sonia had the breakfast burger (bap roll with bacon and eggs inside).

What was interesting was when partway through the meal two persons of french extraction sat down at the table next door. To return to the original topic, what we realised after leaving the restaurant was how some of their mannerisms grated on us (clicking fingers at the waiters? really!), whilst at the same time we are quite happy to sit in a restaurant surrounded by people having a competition to see who can slurp their noodles the loudest. I guess as you age you change...