Skip to main content

Club Qing in Hong Kong

Hong Kong has many restaurants that are tucked away ... some are in far flung places, some are in big hotels, others are on upper floors of commercial buildings. Club Qing was one that, unless you knew, you wouldn't know. A friend of mine took me ther for their tasting dinner just after Christmas.

The dinner began with a small helping of Long Jing Tea (龍井茶) which is supposed to aid appetite. The first three dishes came at the same time - which was a series of small bites consisting of a water melon shooter. water bamboo salad and a ham and mushroom roll (below right to left).

I thought the "King Prawn Toast" (shown below) was particularly good - crunchy on the outside, good strong seafood taste on the inside. The foie gras on tofu was also interesting - though two "soft" textured ingredients needed a bit of a lift.


A further serving of tea was offered. This time it was a Ti Kwan Tin Oolong tea that helped cleanse the palate. The Stir Fried Pumpkin with Mushrooms served in a mini Japanese pumpkin was very tasty. There were more dishes to follow. But the aforementioned were the memorable ones.


As for deco, it tried to re-create a bit of a traditional Qing Dynasty eatery feel, but the air conditioning ducts, concrete wall finish and dark light didn't really do it for me. Food was great, service was attentative, but it needed to work on the decor.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Hearing the Berlin Philharmonic at the Philharmonie

Those of us London-centric folks easily forget there are great concert halls in other parts of the world. I remember as a young kid buying DG LPs with von Karajan on the front cover conducting the Berlin Philharmonic. So as my first visit to the city, a visit to the Philharmonie to listen to the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra was a must. Ivan Fisher started the evening's concert with Haydn Symphony 88. A light and delightful work. As I'd expected, the acoustic of the hall was amazing - probably a good 2.5 second of reverberation - and much more generous than the Royal Festival Hall in London. The strings sounded sweet and the timpani came through clearly with definition. The audience was then treated to Béla Bartók's Seven Pieces for Choir and Chamber Orchestra: the Berlin Phil reduced in size occupying only half of the stage while the Netherlands Youth Choir took the other half. These young performers (all female) sang in Hungarian from memory - not easy at all - and rea...

Will the swish looking Princi become the hottest thing on Wardour St?

This site on Wardour Street in Soho had seen many bars and restaurants come and go. The latest occupant is Princi, an up market Italian bakery brought to London by Alan Yau (of Hakkasan, Yauatcha fame). Natural stones, polished brass and water reflections dominate. The long communal tables ( de rigeur for any Soho eatery), leather upholstered chairs and perfect lighting make this a stylish choice for a slice of cake (made from organic "00" flour) and a caffé machiato from the Italian barista (yes he is, I talked to him in Italian). They seem to have an alcohol licence - so perfect for an early evening spritz , or a late evening caffé correto . The downside is that this is a self-service joint.  While everything is stylishly done, all eating implements are disposable. So never mind the side plate.

Fidelio at the Royal Opera

Fidelio comes around to the Royal Opera only once in a while. With Lise Davidsen as Leonore, there was much to look forward to. The overture sounded firm at the beginning, but there were minor ensemble issues - the strings just didn't sound tight enough. Lise Davidsen was phenomenal. From the "fake" flirting with Marzelline (sung by Amanda Forsythe), "man to man" talk with Meister Rocco (sung by Georg Zeppenfeld) to the true Leonore in emotional turmoil - whe tackled them all with gusto. Her stature and firm voice also added further conviction to the role, but never too forthright to be forced.  We were lured in the a sense of security with the naturalistic stage set reminicent of Figaro in Act I. That was all knocked back with Act II - Florestan was on a stone island surrounded by a non-descript chorus sitting down in front of a doorway - all starkly lit. The stage set bore no relation to the scenerary to Act I. Set and costume designer Rainer Sellmaier ...