Last sunday afternoon I found myself once again in the Hong Kong Eatery. ( "No," you exclaim, "not again! It's too dangerous! For heaven's sake let one of us go next time. Please Psmith, save yourself!" To which I can only reply that I am willing to lay it all on the line in the name of research and am undaunted by the inherent perils of Chinatown at 2pm in early spring. ( If, however, some ill should befall me please pour out a 40oz. of St. Ides Malt Liquor in my honor at the next boston chowhound dinner event) )
I was planning on expanding my knowledge of the myriad as-yet-untasted potential delights on display. But in this instance my usually iron willed discipline failed me and I ventured an attempt to relive my initial experience with HKE -- the barbeque pork. So, just like last time, I asked for "barbeque pork, center cut, one pound." Rather than turn to the deep dish in the window which houses the succulent pig bits in question, the woman who took my order turned around and hacked three ribs from the bottom of a crispy roast pig carcass hanging conspicuously from a meat hook behind her. I was stunned. "Surely you jest", I thought. But no. She promptly slapped it onto the cutting board, bent in full tilt with the ever-menacing enormous cleaver, and threw it into a styrofoam container for me. I accepted the proffered styrofoam package and emerged into the street. The package was labelled "Barbeque Pork" but it wasn't what I had ordered last time and wasn't at all what I was expecting. This meat was very very fatty, mostly unseasoned, and had a layer of crispy skin on top. The little chunks of meat I found were tasty but I'd never order this again. A friend of mine had a similar experience a week before. This is most curious. I don't know whether they have differing definitions of barbeque pork on different days or with different servers, or if they made a mistake this time or the last, but I thought I'd warn the group as well as ask if anyone knows what is going on here. It would be easier to sort out of I spoke Cantonese...but alas I don't. (personally i'd like to change that .. i hear cantonese is sublimely well developed in the swearing department.)
Also, a friend of mine at work who is from the south of india mentioned that he had recently been to an indian restaurant right near Helmand and that it cooked very authentic and to his mind well-nigh delectable south indian food. Has anyone been to this place or heard of it?