Red Horse Beer Extra Strong: A Taste of Hong Kong in Japan
The roast goose is finished. The plum sauce bowl is empty. Now the table has settled into the part of the evening with no fixed…
The roast goose is finished. The plum sauce bowl is empty. Now the table has settled into the part of the evening with no fixed…
There is a kind of evening in Hong Kong that needs no name. The match has finished, the last dim sum order has returned empty,…
It is halftime. The score is level. Someone has just opened the last round before the second half starts. The dim sum from earlier is…
The match has been on for twenty minutes, and nobody has sat down yet. Someone brought cans. Someone else ordered food. The conversation moves between…
Sunday morning in Hong Kong moves at a particular pace. Dim sum trolleys are already circling. The table fills before ten. Someone’s grandfather pours tea…
There is a particular kind of table that needs no explanation. The hot pot is already bubbling. The jiǎozi are cooling on the plate. Someone…
Spring Festival preparations have a particular rhythm. The jiǎozi filling comes together the night before. The table holds more people than usual. Someone is already…
Winter in Tokyo brings a steady kind of cold. The heating is on, the table is set, and the evening calls for something with more…
The business dinner has its own rhythm. Dishes arrive in a planned sequence. Baijiu often appears early. Later, the table may settle into beer. At…
The 640ml bottle arrives at the table before the food does. Someone fills the glasses without being asked. That is simply how the meal works.…