Friends in HK

I received the email below from a friend vacationing in the Philippines and Hong Kong. She's Chinese and her husband, Glen, is Filipino. I want to post this so I always remember to make sure to go with them if I ever go to China:

We're back in Philippines. Hong Kong was fun. We took mtr subway system, the Star ferry, and taxi. We went to Vitoria's Peak, haggled on Temple Street Night Market and Lady Street Night Market. Drank Chinese tonic and survived. Glen, Glen's parents and I had a wonderful time especially at the local fast food restaurant. You know the ones where they wash and rinse with only two tubs of water. One for washing food off the plates the other tub to "clean"(questionable) the remaining food debris. The dining experience started pleasant. We walked behind the man with the cleaver chopping up a juicy roasted duck to get to the dining room. How did I know it was juicy, well, by looking at the wall behind him and the slippery floor. It was COVERED in juice projectile. Some may be from the crispy roasted pig (lechon) or tender soy sauce chicken but mostly it was from the best selling fowl in that shop. May I add also that if this establishment was in USA it would have been closed due to overflowing occupational hazzard lawsuits. The place was a 10 x 10 room lit by four flourescent tubes that seated 20 ppl. We sat in the middle of the room. There's no menu with the nice pictures of the item only hand written complex chinese character food item panels sardined together covering the eye level part of the wall. The server came to our table after sitting for less than 20 seconds and asked what we wanted. Well I threw some order's together without even consulting my three guests. I informed my guest about the customary behavior of a Classic Chinese FAST Food etiquette which is mind your own business, don't ask for anything, order your food, don't hesitate, don't ponder, and eat quickly. Just imagine the Seinfeld episode "Soup Nazi". Remember what happened to Elaine. If they don't like you then your going to get kicked out or ignored. Okay it's not that bad just over exagerating. Our soup came to our table. Fifth sip into our piping hot vegetable and meat broth soup, we hear a 40'ish year old man, customer, from the outside of the shop and a mid 40 year old waiter, with a potential meat cleaver in his vicinity shouting. Customer was furious that the waiter called him a name. Waiter denies. Shouting continuous and the waiter storms into an unknown back room. The customer is not done yelling and cussing yet so he decides to sit and wait for the waiter to come back out. Well the only seat available was.....at our table!

He sits between Glen's mom and Glen. Remember the first Chinese Fast Food Etiquette..Mind your own business. That's what we did. There's still more to the story but that is all I'm going to say.

Food was a satisfatory. Ambience was classic. Experience was priceless.