A slow eater’s guide to surviving Hong Kong’s light-speed dining culture

My father’s very first memory of dining out was as a penniless child in rural China. A few older boys in his village took him to the only eatery in town for a “free meal” — which, unbeknownst to him, was a euphemism for the classic dine-and-dash. Nevertheless, he stuffed his face, hid the empty pla...

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