KFC.... Don't ask...

Last Saturday afternoon, we found ourselves childless in Central. I had actually walked from the chapel at Wan Chai, and thoroughly enjoyed the changing scenery between the two areas. I came upon Chater Park, pictured above, which was absolutely beautiful.

What an unreal (literally) place, is Central, in the middle of Hong Kong. I've never been to New York, but it felt a bit like that, to me. Prada, Gucci, Chanel... store after store, with hardly Chinese shops in between.

In an effort to not lose ourselves in the headiness of designer shopping, David suggested we have lunch at KFC. All right... it was really because he had a hankering for potato salad. I whinged just a bit and then mustered all the enthusiasm I could.

We went upstairs to the dreary little restaurant, and found it jam packed with Filipino helpers, as it was Saturday, their day off, and on the weekends they pour into Central and Causeway Bay to socialize. It was kind of fun, except that I had to pull the skin off the chicken again, and it was pretty greasy and didn't settle well with the post-birthday chocolates, and it all ended very badly at about 9 o'clock that night....