Hotel

Where:
Grissini
2F/Grand Hyatt
1 Harbour Road
Wan Chai, Hong Kong

Phone:
+852 2584 7722

Price:
HKD500ish for a 3 course set lunch.  HKD880 for free flow prosecco Sunday brunch.

The deal:
It sounds like I’m being entirely dramatic when I say that it’s worth going to Grissini alone for the breadsticks.  No one understands me until they go themselves.  I’ve had a few good meals here at Grissini, but all I truly remember are those breadsticks.  I’m sure there were some white plates, white fish, a smear of pesto and a delicately placed sliver of carrot.  But, let’s get back to the main event which is forever etched into my psyche – dat bread.  So at Grissini, they bring out three long breadsticks to the table, wrapped in a white napkin.  You then have to dip them into olive oil / balsamic vinegar and eat them until your belly is entirely distended and you cannot possible eat more.  It’s good to know that when the breadsticks cool down or there’s a little stub left, they bring out more, straight from the pizza oven. Everything else you will eat at Grissini will pale in significance.  I honestly believe this is one of the best fucking bread products I’ve eaten in my life.

From a Sunday brunch perspective, I really enjoyed the Grissini one.  I know in HK, everyone’s all about Zuma (Zuma, Y U no change your brunch menu, ever?!) but while their pasta station was a bit disappointing (under normal circumstances, this would be an automatic fuck no for an ITALIAN place) their antipasti selection, salads and main stations were more interesting than a lot of brunches that I’ve been to.  But, I cannot emphasise this enough – I can’t begin to explain the pure transcendence of dem breadsticks.  GET IN MY LIFE, YOU DOUGHY WONDERS, MY HEART IS YOURS FOREVER.

Addendum – June 2014:  I’ve watched the service at Grissini continue a steady decline over the last year and my recent adventure to gluten town resulted in seeing a total shit show of a service going down.  It’s all well intentioned but when you’re paying that fucking much, it’s not about intention but the fucking result.  Why are the staff unable to clear all the menus once they’ve taken orders?  Why did your meals arrive and out of 8 people, 6 people got the wrong fucking meal?!  FFS HK, I don’t even work in a fucking restaurant and I know how to write a fucking ticket which shows who is having what?! How come when you managed to correct seven of the dishes, the eighth dish remained absent for an uncomfortable amount of time while the other seven diners just looked at our guest waiting for his meal?? I still fucking love those breadsticks with all my heart but you can’t just use white linen tablecloths and expect that to make you a fine dining establishment – DON’T REST ON YOUR DOUGHY BREADSTICK LAURELS YOU LAZY GRAND HYATT FUCKERS.

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The verdict:
Fuck yeah!!

(Addendum:  But based on the shit show I witnessed today – GRISSINI, SORT YO FUCKING SERVICE OUT)

Where:
Kaetsu
Grand Hyatt
M/F, 1 Harbour Rd ‎
Wan Chai, Hong Kong

Phone:
+852 2584 7722 ‎

Price range:
Lunch sets ranged from HKD300 – 600.

The deal:
Kaetsu has been under renovation and it reopened in October 2013.  It’s an entirely inoffensive business lunch location.  The decor is lacqured, shiny and sterile.  The service is prompt and courteous.  My chirashi sushi rice set was nice enough, except for a weird glutinous nightmare as an ‘appetizer’ next to it.  But it was also HKD600 so is ‘nice enough’, good enough?  Another member of the Inoffensive and Not Memorable Japanese Food Club in HK.

The verdict:
Fuck no.

Where:
Amber Dining
15 Queen’s Road, The Landmark Mandarin Oriental
Central, Hong Kong

Phone number:
+852 2132 0066

The deal:
I already wrote about it here – but we returned recently to celebrate my husband’s birthday and yes, it still gets all the motherfucken fuck yeahs ever.  Three more key points to further seal it as the Queen of Fuck Yeahs:

One:  They actually have a NO flash photography rule.  So if some inconsiderate diner pulls out their camera/phone and starts blinding you with science being a pretentious, inconsiderate diner, a fleet of deft waiters will descend upon them and put a halt to their boorish behaviour.

Two:  Don’t be shy with the cheese cart – last time, we delicately selected three types of cheeses each.  After talking about how much we love cheese and declaring that we just wanted a taste of almost all of them, our cheese man delivered with a smile and ever increasing portions.  Cheese Man – you are doing God’s work.

Three:  Said this was for a birthday and we got a complimentary stack of chocolates / petit fours with our coffee + tea.  Did I go home, clutch my stomach and cry about how much pain I was in?  Yes.  Is the saying ‘Go big or go home’ or ‘Got big and went home’?  Lucky they packed me a tiny macaron to go so when the pain and distended belly subsided the next day, I could cram that bad boy into my wanting maw to bring me back to that place.

Verdict: 
STILL FUCK YEAH.  STILL ALL THE MOTHERFUCKEN FUCK YEAHS.  EVER.

Where:
Amber Dining

15 Queen’s Road, The Landmark Mandarin Oriental
Central, Hong Kong

Phone number:
+852 2132 0066

The deal:
HKD1688 + 10% per person for the 8 course degustation – 2 Michelin stars, on point service and probably the best meal I’ve had ever.  Globally.  There was almost a service meltdown when they realised that they’d given us a mother of pearl fork to eat a potato course (because we switched one sea urchin course out for something else).  My husband gets a bit emotional when he thinks about the cheese trolley and the Roquefort. This place will blow your motherfucken mind.

Verdict: 
FUCK YEAH.  ALL THE MOTHERFUCKEN FUCK YEAHS.  EVER.

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