On Tuesday, I met my boss and one of my work mates - who happened to be on a roadshow through Asia - for a drink at fancy Ritz Carlton. I got there a bit too early and thus was sitting on my own in the lobby and really felt out of place. One lady cast her you-do-not-belong-here-look at me. I was therefore glad when my colleagues arrived and we had a really good time. It was sort of strange to see familiar faces in a completely unfamiliar environment. When I was about the leave the hotel and fancily dressed woman came out of the elevator. Outside the hotel, she all of a sudden asked me whether I wanted to share a cab with her. I thought, how stingy can she be: staying at the Ritz Carlton but not ready to pay for a cab ride on her own. Also a bit short of cash, I then asked her where she wanted to go. And she goes like "Dunno, just some bar". And I go "Well, I have to go to Sheung Wan (which is rather close to Ritz Carlton)". She seemed surprised, "Sheung Wan? What were you doing at Ritz Carlton then?" I answered, "Well, had a drink" and was about to ask her what she was doing at the Ritz when it dawned on me... Another lesson learned: Not everybody who comes out of the Ritz Carlton really stays there.
On Thursday night, Jeff, Philipp and myself went out for dinner. We decided to check out a sushi place in Central. Philipp, as sensible as he is, asked for the menu at the door to check the prices first. Then they sent like the most gorgeous girl in Hong Kong over to the door, and somehow the prices didn't matter anymore :) What's more, we decided that we would come to this restaurant every Thursday. We kinda had second thoughts after we were presented the bill... (and the girl had ended her shift long ago).
Japanese food again on Friday, this time in a restaurant inside the Grand Hyatt Hotel (no worries, I didnt rob a bank, just got invited). The highlights were king prawns coated with little shrimps and second to nothing... the kobe beef. Never have I eaten such goooooooood meat. At night, Jeff, a colleague of his, Philipp and me went to Tribeca. Depending on how the guy at the cash box liked our faces we paid between 140 and 200 honkies to get in, but then got an open bar in exchange. Of course we wanted to get our money's worth... ;) To tame our boozy stomachs, we had a large breakfast at the Flying Pan. On Saturday night, we randomly met German interns. One of them, Christian, did his Bachelor's degree in St. Gallen as well. With them was a cheeky local girl called Gigi. After lots of waiting (it seemed like ages), we decided to part regardless (!). Looking for a nice bar, we ended up at the Insomnia bar, where a Filipino live band plays every night. And they were really, really good. We left early regardless; our bodies were craving for sleep.
On Thursday night, Jeff, Philipp and myself went out for dinner. We decided to check out a sushi place in Central. Philipp, as sensible as he is, asked for the menu at the door to check the prices first. Then they sent like the most gorgeous girl in Hong Kong over to the door, and somehow the prices didn't matter anymore :) What's more, we decided that we would come to this restaurant every Thursday. We kinda had second thoughts after we were presented the bill... (and the girl had ended her shift long ago).
Japanese food again on Friday, this time in a restaurant inside the Grand Hyatt Hotel (no worries, I didnt rob a bank, just got invited). The highlights were king prawns coated with little shrimps and second to nothing... the kobe beef. Never have I eaten such goooooooood meat. At night, Jeff, a colleague of his, Philipp and me went to Tribeca. Depending on how the guy at the cash box liked our faces we paid between 140 and 200 honkies to get in, but then got an open bar in exchange. Of course we wanted to get our money's worth... ;) To tame our boozy stomachs, we had a large breakfast at the Flying Pan. On Saturday night, we randomly met German interns. One of them, Christian, did his Bachelor's degree in St. Gallen as well. With them was a cheeky local girl called Gigi. After lots of waiting (it seemed like ages), we decided to part regardless (!). Looking for a nice bar, we ended up at the Insomnia bar, where a Filipino live band plays every night. And they were really, really good. We left early regardless; our bodies were craving for sleep.
