Another Sunday, another yum cha. This weekend we decided to take my step-dad to yum cha at Canterbury Leagues Club in Belmore, near where I work. Despite having worn forbidden footwear, I was allowed in eventually after swapping my lovely, clean, dainty Havaianas for a pair of my step-dad’s velcro strappy sandals. Which looked ridiculous, but at least the bouncers would let me in. (Such a stupid, archaic rule!) Continue reading
Now that Mr Black has fallen in love with yum cha, we have been going at least once a month. Happy days! There’s no better way to start a lazy day than sipping tea and taking a chance on the yum cha trolley roulette (or ‘tray’ roulette in this case). Continue reading
I have been going to yum cha since I can remember. My Chinese step-grandfather, know affectionately as “grandad”, grew up in an Australia where he couldn’t embrace and celebrate his Chinese heritage. So since I was a toddler, my mum, step-dad, brother, sister and I would take him to yum cha for every occasion we could. Back in my day (the eighties) we used to go to Regal or Marigold on Sussex St. They were both HUGE and awe-inspiring with soaring ceilings and an incredible atmosphere. Chinese New Year at either place was a crazy, noisy, insane experience! Continue reading
I have to admit, I actually chose my hotel in Hong Kong according to its proximity to Tim Ho Wan, the world’s cheapest Michelin starred restaurant. Is that obsessive?!
I ate here three times, each time arriving by 9.30am to join (or start!) the queue which, by 10.30am, snakes around the corner. Continue reading