As Hong Kong's tropic weather continued to drown us on our final day here, I was a little upset at the thought of leaving this country. After all, it was one of the first few countries that I have embarked without parental supervision or funds and a place where I feel at home - perhaps due to my Cantonese background getting excited from hearing its mother tongue spoken on a daily basis.
Mido was conveniently located a street away from our hotel which made it an excellent spot to grab breakfast before we depart to the airport. We were greeted by an elderly man clad in a white singlet , heavily engrossed in his newspaper. A swift turn to look at us curious looking tourists followed by a instructions to head upstairs for service.
Wouldn't go as far to claim that its excellent cha chaan teng but it was strangely satisfying. Don't think I will be ordering the lotus seed soup again in the future but possibly will be back for that polo bun. I still have problems denying bread products access to my tummy. Darn.