Daily Archives: January 3, 2017

Hong Kong — Yee Shun Milk Company

After the beach on Monday, J and I took the bus to the Causeway Bay area of Hong Kong Island, where we found movie-set street energy, tiny lanes with impossibly tall buildings, masses of people on a public holiday.  And food.

Yee Shun Milk Company is a local legend . . . a true greasy-spoon-style dive . . . a fabulous place for comforting food.

The stewed milk was a bowl of cold custard with a leathery head layer — and absolutely delicious in its unadorned simplicity.  J took his with red beans on top, in the local fashion.  I couldn’t stomach that, so mine was the basic variety.

“Toast with condense milk” is what the menu said.  What came out was a square piece of thick, heavy white bread, toasted on one side, then buttered, then drizzled with sweetened condensed milk.  Heaven on earth!

“Pork chop on bun” was a deep-fried thin piece of pork chop on a crusty white roll.  No condiments.  Just meat, grease, and bread.  And perfection.

And the “French toast”?  A custardy pillow of golden goodness, topped with a generous pat of salted butter.  And then covered in sweet/bitter local honey.  I died from joy.

I had a mango milk shake too — really more a drinkable mango custard. Yummy doesn’t begin to explain the flavor and texture.

This stop was a winner!

More info from one website:

Originally from Macau, Yee Shun Dairy Company gradually expanded into Hong Kong and now has branches in Yaumatei, Prince Edward, Kowloon and Causeway Bay. This place is famous for their deliciously smooth and fragrant milk custard. This inexpensive and popular Hong Kong dessert is a steamed blend of milk, sugar, and egg white. They offer all flavors including chocolate and ginger milk custards.

And next door, a typical local eatery with the meat displayed in the front window:

The crispy pork is so delicious; the goose, not so much so.

Hong Kong — domestic help

On Saturday, over in the Central district, and again on Monday right here in the Mong Kok area of Kowloon, we witnessed the strange spectacle of hundreds (!) of women seated on blankets or newspapers or sheets on the sides of covered public walkways.

The women were generally, but not always

  • young
  • Muslim
  • reading or chatting or taking selfies on the phone
  • or doing each other’s make up.

They were almost always snacking on salty things.

And they appeared to be from another country, if language and facial features are an indication.

Curiosity = piqued.

Upon investigation — the concierge on the club floor can answer all sort of questions — these women are domestic help, mostly Indonesian and Filipino, who were gathering as they always do on their day off.  They socialize when and where they can . . . and the police allow the congregation in public spaces such as above-ground pedestrian bridges, or below-ground passageways.  Since Saturday would be their day off, and since Monday was a public holiday, they had two days to gather.  And obstruct.

How curious was the same route on Tuesday morning when they were not present!  I almost, but not quite, missed the energy.

I got a couple of hip-side shots while walking on Monday, but chose not to be the gawker and stop to take the more formal photo.  I’ll provide them here, even though they are blurred, since they provide context:

From that same walkway, one sees a daily market on Fa Yuan Street.  We walked this last evening to find fruit and vegetable stands, and all sort of housewares and domestic needs on sale in the three-block festival of smells and sounds.


Hong Kong — more from Repulse Bay

After Stanley on Tuesday, we went back to Repulse Bay for a couple of hours.  I napped on the beach for about an hour.

Here’s an amalgam of photos from two beach visits (and NO, Jack, these are not retouched in any way, outside of some re-cropping and white balancing) —

By the way, there is nothing in the world like napping to the sound of the surf, whilst on a lovely beach.

Hong Kong — Stanley

Tuesday in Hong Kong.  A cloudy morning in Stanley, on Hong Kong Island.

We spent some time at Stanley market, visited a small temple dedicated to those who work on the sea, had an Italian lunch on a very touristy main street.  And I almost bought some silk pajamas.

Portraits on the sea wall:



From the little temple:

The headline photo (above) is a detail of a portion of the offerings of incense and fruit at the Buddhist temple.  I loved how the incense ash had blown onto the mandarin orange itself.


Scenes from Stanley: