Yung Kee must be the most famous restaurant in Hong Kong. Both Alli and I received recommendations from Chinese friends that we must go to Yung Kee and order the roast goose when in Hong Kong. Accordingly, we made it part of our plan. We didn't need reservations, but we showed up early. Before long, the restaurant was packed.
You could tell this was an A+ establishment. We were seated in the corner and Alli ordered tons of food -- fried rice, roast goose, shrimp rolls, and some greens. I guess she wanted to try everything. I was still sick since Bangkok and could hardly eat it all.
While Alli was in the bathroom, the waiter brought us two thousand-year-old eggs. In reality, they are not that old, but they certainly look that way. The preserved eggs are black and purple and look quite gelatinous. As I did not want to offend the restaurant and because I assumed this must be some delicacy, I made myself try it. I put the whole egg in my mouth at once just in case I didn't like it. It tasted like . . . egg. Just egg. Nothing special -- maybe a little squishier than a hard-boiled egg -- but not at all like something that had been preserved for many years.
The roast goose was tasty, but extremely fatty. I was disturbed in all these countries how fowl was often served still attached to the bone and gristle. Somehow with chopsticks you are expected to separate the meat from the bone. Not my cup of tea. Accordingly, I sat and drank many cups of tea while Alli feasted. We still had tons of food leftover, rather embarrassingly. My dining companion enjoyed every bit of the meal, but I didn't have the appetite to eat it myself.