The weather in Hong Kong today has all the essential components to make even me, venture out-of-doors in a pleasant sort of mood. Seventies, moderately sunny and breezy, I take on the risk of being spotted by my family who does not know I'm in town for the tail-end of that orange-giving, tea-drinking, pretend-like-you're-not-hungover week known as Chinese New Year.
From my new rental in Soho, I take one set of outdoor escalators up the mountain and spot a booth - one of those elevated tables that has bar stools with backrests - at Cicada where I decide I want to take lunch. They've gone three walls today, and as the warm breeze comes in, my greaselust lightens to an order of fish and rice and beans and vegetables. I can name three types of wine I do NOT want on a day like this, and one of them is Cicada's hand-written special: an afternoon coma inducing Robert Parker 92 points South Australian Shiraz. Their Wine by the Glass list, however, is very appealing with about 9 selections for each red and white, with all major continents covered. But I feel potential for a comeback to the gym today, and ask for water. One benefit of being a Chinese person is that I get tap by default, as opposed to having to panhandle for it after being offered "still or sparkling."
Happy New Year
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