Tuesday night
Forgot to give a mention last time to the fab urinals in Felix where one - if anyone here were that way inclined of course - could well imagine they were urinating all over Kowloon, like a God.
Spring Moon was interesting. Great food, great decor as promised. Unfortunately no-one else had heard and halfway through the meal, we found ourselves the only remaining diners. While the undivided attention of six waiters is, at times, endearing, at other times it can be a tad overwhelming. You can't help but think they're laughing at your piss-poor chopstick technique or at ordering - quite by mistake - the most expensive Chinese tea on the menu. In reality, they were genuinely interested in what we thought of the food compared to Western Chinese restaurants. Farewell drink in the cocktail bar and a sad farewell to Hong Kong.
