Hong Kong was made for [Food] Lovers

I have officially been in this city for five days and it’s safe to say I am completely enamored with the place. It’s like all of my favorite cities combined and the FOOD, oh my god the Food here is phenomenal. There are restaurants everywhere, literally everywhere. In old Police Headquarters that have been renovated to dark alleyways that make you question if you’re even in the right place. This post is about one of those places hidden in a dark alleyway.

Down in Central Hong Kong there is a hidden gem called The Brick House. To get there is an adventure, you wont forget.

My cousin, Jason, has always had good taste in food; even so when he told me he wanted to take me to his favorite Mexican joint in Hong Kong I was entirely skeptical of the whole idea. I lived on the boarder of Mexico for two years and had sense become a serious snob about my Tacos. Northern United States is known for it’s terrible Mexican food and I was 8005 miles from Boston, I flew over the North Pole to get here. I agreed anyway, feeling apprehensive about trying Mexican Food in a city known for it’s Dim Sum.

To get to the restaurant you first have to find the entrance, and it’s hardly obvious. When we first got to the end of the alleyway I thought we were just taking a short cut like we often did to get around the city and avoid the heavy foot traffic. At the beginning of the alley there was a much more elderly man singing in what I could only assume was Cantonese. His voice rose and dropped beautifully while his notes hung in the heavy humidity that rules Hong Kong during the summer months. As soon as I looked beyond him and further into the alley I started getting nervous. Although Hong Kong is a relatively safe city I had been living in dangerous areas the last four years that if you walked down a place like this you were asking for trouble, but I trusted Jason and knew the end goal would be worth it, and it was.

The walls leading into the restaurant are smothered in Street Art, graffiti and love notes.

Once you enter the restaurant you are greeted by a warm and welcoming atmosphere where the tables for large parties are half inside, half outside with double seating along the alleyway. The walls inside the restaurant are also covered in street art. I was in heaven. Soon I was enveloped by the life of the restaurant, the music was beachy and the Margaritas were strong. I couldn’t wait to order food and try some of their delicious looking options.

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Naturally we started with Chips and Guacamole, because no visit to any Latino restaurant is complete without copious amounts of Guacamole…. I could also live off of Guac, it’s not only my favorite but the Brick House NAILED it. Also, the Salsa? Perfect!!!!

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Best. Ceviche. Ever.

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My new best friends ❤

Now anyone who knows me knows how freaked out I am by fish or eating fish or thinking about eating fish. The first time I tried Ceviche it took my friend Caroline and her Fiancee, Forrest, to convince me that trying Ceviche was 1) not going to kill me and 2) was actually delicious. The thought of eating raw fish horrified me and I didn’t totally grasp the science that the acid of the citrus actually cooked the fish and therefor it was entirely safe to eat. After that first bite I’ve become a bit obsessed with the stuff, trying it every chance I get in places where I feel comfortable enough to eat the fish and Hong Kong is known for it’s excellent fish. Everyone eats seafood here. On first bite I was hooked on Brick House’s twist on Peruvian Ceviche and by far it is the best I’ve ever had (sorry San Diego, you’ve dropped off my Good Mexican Food Map.) Let me just make it very clear: If you are going to visit Hong Kong you have to go here. You have to try their Ceviche and have one of their Classic Margaritas.

And don’t you dare forget to try the tacos, with homemade soft shell and incredibly fresh meat you wont ever want to leave the restaurant. I demolished two before even taking the chance to really savor the taste, on the third taco I took notes and it’s safe to say their Chicken Tacos are the best Hong Kong has to offer.

So thank you Brick House for the incredible experience, I will be back before I leave for sure ❤

Disfruta!

NerdyGypsy

Night Swimming

My heart beat nervously as the edge of the dark pacific ocean teased my toes. The moon was perfect against the humid August night sky, hazy, wrapped up in it’s blanket of stars that were hidden beneath the San Diego light pollution. I took a big sigh, missing my own stars back at home that were left unadulterated by man’s touch and looked at my best friend. Her eyes met mine in awe of the beauty of the ocean after dark, very much aware that by no means did that mean the ocean was asleep, and a mischievous smile suddenly sprang to her lips.

“We should skinny dip!.” She spoke into the surf.

My eyes darted back to a prestigious hotel my then-boyfriend-now-fiance, worked at. The building was incredible, especially tonight when they had a large private event, multicolored lights ran up the white columns carefully placed to guide the eye around the room. From where we stood there was no way that they would see us, we were too far down the beach, still I could just imagine the look of B’s face if he were called for security detail on two skinny dipping women and finding me. I giggled at the image, my blue eyes twinkling with trouble as I looked at her and started pulling off my shirt.

“Let’s do it!”  We quickly stripped off our clothes and ran into the on coming waves, shrieking with laughter as the cold water closed over our belly buttons. Pushing our shoulders underwater and diving into the on coming wave, our Vermont-Crayola-White skin disappeared into the darkness. My heart slowed, matching the sound of the waves against the sand, and I closed my eyes. My hands and feet tingled with anticipation and every cell hummed with the joy of being alive, here and now.

We shivered as we dragged ourselves back out of the ocean, thanking Neptune that we didn’t get eaten by something significantly bigger than us. Quickly grabbing our clothes and drying off as best as we could, slipping back into my nice warm jeans became a much bigger ordeal covered in sand and salt water and I thanked my mother’s voice for reminding me to bring a sweatshirt with me that night.

The Anniversary

So I never really know what to call the day I left Vermont and never looked back. Lately I feel like this event in my life should have a name and the other night, as I stood naked in the … Continue reading