Saturday night, at Delaney’s in Wanchai with friends. Drinking coke (sigh). The bar is busy but not full. It’s around midnight and I’m hungry.
I call over a waitress and ask her if the kitchen is still open. She asks someone else and tells me no. I say, okay, in that case, can I go next door and get a slice of pizza and bring it back here? She asks someone else and tells me the kitchen is still open. Funny how that works.
She brings a menu, we order a couple of things from the snack menu, keep it simple and easy, right?
The football starts. Sorry, to me it’s just a bunch of men in shorts and knee socks being paid a lot of money to run around and kick a ball while 80,000 people watch, get drunk and beat the shit out of each other to relieve the tedium. Yes, even at the next table, the men there decided to randomly wrestle with each other, repeatedly knocking chairs into our table, forcing us to grab our beverages before they spilled on the floor. No, they never apologized.
The high point of the game for me was when the camera focused in on some fat bald guy in the crowd downing a plastic cup of lager. They held the shot while he drank the entire pint. It got cheers from the crowd in the bar so I suppose it was the high point for a lot of people. It’s probably on YouTube by now. Which is good because I think the amateur wrestlers at the next table missed it. One of the men boys managed to get his head under the other man’s boy’s t-shirt while their girlfriends looked on and laughed. Ah, memories are made of such as these!
The food still hasn’t come. I glance up at the game and see they’re at the 27 minute mark. I ask a friend if she recalls when I placed my order. “Before the match started,” she replies.
So I wave someone over, the manager judging by the way she was dressed. Excuse me, I say, I ordered food 30 minutes ago and I still haven’t received it.
“You have to wait. There’s only one person in the kitchen!” So much for the customer is always right, so much for “let me check on that for you sir.” I didn’t see anyone else eating in the bar at that point. Though to be fair, Delaney’s is spread over two floors and perhaps 30 people on the other floor had ordered a ricetaffel when I ordered my potato skins.
The food came about 5 minutes later. I think I would have been better off with the lousy pizza from Cul de Sac (the wrong dough and the wrong sauce but at least they sell it by the slice). The potato skins didn’t suck but the chili with melted cheese and sour cream served on top of slices of potato was interesting in concept and might have worked had it not been the worst chili I ever had in my life. Yes, I know, serves me freaking right for ordering chili in a faux Irish pub.
Oh, I saw a hot blond woman in the bar, she could have won a Scarlett Johansson look-alike contest. She was sitting at a table with two guys. Both were younger than me. And bigger than me. And at least one of them was presumably happier than me. And I saw a guy wearing a t-shirt that said, “If you like Johnny Depp you’ll probably like me.”
The game over, my friends departed. I went over to 7-11 to get an iced tea for the road. My crazy taxi driver friend (the bald one who’s always parked in front of Joe Banana’s) asked if I had my car, asked if I’d been drinking, looked at my eyes, gave me the okay to drive home. And so I did.
Do you get the feeling I’m in a lousy mood?
Hi, I’m Spike. Born and bred in The Bronx but I've been calling Hong Kong home since 1995. I'm a corporate IT professional, music and film critic and aspiring photo-journalist. I've been writing Hongkie Town since 2004 and have been writing the "Spike" column in BC Magazine since 2006. You can follow me on Twitter



