Hong Kong!!

After multiple flight delays, thanks to typhoon Bolaven, our group finally set foot on Hong Kong soil, drove to our hotel, and showered for the first time in two days. I love showers. Although I don't believe I will ever be completely dry again until I fly back to the Salty City. Yummy humidity.
Once I was squeaky clean, I set out on an adventure with Max, Katie, and her twin sister, Allie.

Max and I. Mookie would appreciate our peace signs.

We stopped at a restaurant on the street near our hotel and ordered breakfast. The twins ordered a Panda Express style dish, a club sandwich, and Coke. LAME. I asked the server what his favorite was, and he showed me a fried dough stick wrapped in rice noodles. Not too adventurous, so I tried to find something else. There was a picture of some meat with carrots or something, called “Barbecue Something Something Phoenix.” In my jet-lagged state, I thought, “Huh, ok, I can deal with eating a weird bird. Phoenix can’t be that bad. Probably tastes like chicken.”
Earth to Justine: Phoenix is a mythological creature, NOT a real bird.
I point to the picture, and the guy says ok and mentions something about chicken feet. After saying “no way, Jose” to the chicken feet, he leaves to get our food.

            When the food comes out, he brings me “honey water grass” with lemon (his suggestion) that was absolutely delish, but a little sweet. My fried dough stick wrapped in rice noodles was kind of meh but good, as well. The Phoenix- mythological creature, NOT real bird- was in a bowl and looked pretty good. Then I pick up a piece with my chopsticks and realized with horror that I had ordered chicken feet. MY FIRST MEAL IN HONG KONG, AND I ORDER CHICKEN FEET.

Offending chicken feet are pictured in the upper left hand corner.

I was mortified and in no way mentally or emotionally prepared for the dire situation. After some deep breaths, Max offered to take a bite. I said yes. He said it wasn’t too bad, very soft meat, eat around the bone. Eat around the bone, you say? I don’t even eat chicken off the bone. I like my meat white. I like it with the fat cut off. Actually, I don’t even like meat.

I ate the chicken feet.

Not that bad. I couldn’t pick it up with my fingers, or I would be reminded I was eating a previously alive, scratching, clucking, chicken’s scaly, padded, taloned foot. Pretty tasty, overall.