I got a haircut in an alleyway today in Mong Kok. The only english spoken by the sweet old man was "please" and "seventy." It was spectacular. Lunch was fried octopus balls from a street vendor. Dinner was fancy; a treat out by the parents of fellow RISD kid and HKer, Solomon Kong. Turns out fried fish head is actually quite delicious, especially the tender cheek parts.
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