Where's the beef? Exploring Hong Kong supermarkets.

It's my third week in Hong Kong, and I'm obsessed with finding out where a girl can get a steak in this town. Now I'm not talking about steaks that come with a hefty price tag at a high end, hotel restaurant. I already know those options exist, and I'm pretty sure those restaurants can provide an experience equal to one in New York or London or Paris. Probably so equal, in fact, that you might forget that you are still in Hong Kong. No, the kind of steak I'm looking for is loved. It is fattened up in a pasture and caressed on a butcher block before being seasoned and seared on a hot grill by yours truly. So why the obsession with steak all of a sudden? I'm in a city full of noodles and dim sum. What's exactly happening here?

Hong Kong - hello nice to meet you

And so it begins... I have been in Hong Kong a month now and I wrote this just before collecting Jen - half jet lagged to death - at the airport.

I've spent the last month going through a bit of a readjustment and it is not only because of the heinous humidity, the small women who bully me when I try to get on and off the MTR and the fact that work thinks it is my new girlfriend so I should spend all my weekends with her (my office is actually the reflection above).  Hong Kong is, just like London, one of the few truly world cities.  And because of that it is not a simple place to be.  For everything that is inspiring about it there is also something which is awful.  It is nothing like a city such as Paris where you can just drift around and bathe in the beauty.  Instead it demands effort.