The streets were buzzing with people day and night so we swam in the crowds trying to take it all in without drowning. We were surrounded by buildings that touched the sky, the old mixed in with the new. There were so many tantalizing foods and smells that kept my head spinning. Every few feet a familiar sight or scent caught my attention, though I often couldn't remember exact what it was or why I recognize it.
At a vietnamese influenced eatery we met our first piece of heaven was in the form of a shrimp chip topped with glass noodles and grilled pork garnished with scallions, peanuts, and fried slices of garlic. We drizzled sweet and spicy juice on top to seal the affair.
A daily obsession we adopted was getting Mango Strawberry Crystal Jelly drinks and Mango Stuffed Mochi balls at the Hui Lau Shan dessert shops. It's fruity lust. You feel guilty eating it at the windows seat while passerbyers jealously ogled. 
But HK isn't just about asian food. At the International Financial Center was a massive western supermarket with a bakery and deli. This was where all the expats shopped. We made a straight line to the prosciutto and salami. With a hot crusty baguette in hand we made sandwiches made our mouths sing.
We could go on and on. Everything here is made fresh when you order it. The food is so good its obscene. But there were a few things we didn't try - like dried flying lizards...
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