This was a day that I should have stayed home. But I’d been talking about doing a Macau run for a week and my gf decided to hold me to that promise today. At the end of the day, she apologized to me for that.
The plan was to get there in the afternoon, walk around and do a little shopping, eat at one of our favorite restaurants, maybe hit a bar or two and then head home. Casinos hold no interest for either of us.
So we got there around 3:30. Rather than pay for a taxi or a bus, it’s simple enough to hop one of the many casino’s free shuttle buses to get around. We took the bus to the Grand Lisboa and then headed up to San Ma Lo, stopping along the way at Margaret’s for some egg tarts. I’m one of the 5 people on the planet who doesn’t like eggs but I think they must put heroin or something into these, they’re just too good.
We headed up San Ma Lo and looked at all the Chinese New Year decorations.
We headed into the side streets leading up to St. Paul’s, it was pretty crowded. I spotted a couple of guys holding up yellow signs, Chinese on one side, English on the other, offering FREE HUGS and decided to go along with it. I told my gf to go up and hug the guy and took a picture, then I hugged the guy and his crew came over, asked me to pose for a picture and sign a release form.
In case you’re curious, no, that’s not me in the picture.
We got up to St. Paul’s and I took a seat and engaged in one of my favorite activities – taking pictures of people taking pictures. My gf was taking pictures of St. Paul’s and I said to her, “It hasn’t changed since last year.”
I think this guy must have felt the same as me – when you’ve been there so many times, you can’t keep taking pictures of the same thing, so he had his back to the ruins, taking shots of the pigeons.
The young lady above, taking her own picture in front of St. Paul’s with her iPhone, trying out several dozen different poses, was oddly charming.
It turned out that neither of us was in a shopping mood. The only thing we bought was some cookies at Koi Kei.
Of course, technically speaking, Macau is in China. And Koi Kei has branches in Hong Kong which, sources tell me, is also in China. But, yeah, I knew what they meant.
I’ll bet a million people have taken photos of this shop and made a million bad dirty jokes. I shall refrain. (But feel free to post your own in comments.)
After that, what to do? Go visit Asia’s only Playboy Club?
Yeah, I know, many of you are hoping that we did that and brought back some photos. But I figured it would be about as exciting as going to Hooters but five times more expensive. So we passed.
Is this lovely young reporter a star in Macau?
No idea.
So at that point we figured that we might as well go for an early dinner. We headed off to the Rua de Cunha area of Taipa to go to one of our favorite restaurants, A Petisquiera. (I love the restaurant but no idea if I’m spelling the name correctly.) Walking around Taipa, we passed this comfortable looking place.
A voice in my head told me that maybe I should consider taking a closer look at this place. I should have listened to that voice.
A couple of streets further down, we reached A Petisquiera and it was closed. They were taking off the entire week for Chinese New Year, starting early. Argh.
At this point I was tired. I didn’t want to get in a taxi and head to another restaurant and I don’t know any of the other places around there. I recalled seeing one place, Cafe Pinocchio, old building, big and bright, and thought we might do okay there. Wrong!
We sat at a table, looked at the menu and my gf asked, “Are you sure you want to eat here?” And I said that I was too tired to go hunting for another place, let’s give it a try. I guess if you’re familiar with Chinese-style western food, the best way to describe this place would be to say that it was Chinese-style Portuguese food. The menu wasn’t that different from Fernando’s, although the prices were higher. I suspect they do a big business with tour groups.
“Portuguese style suckling pig” was half a dozen pieces of pork on a plate with some salad, no sauce, not even some mustard and this was average at best. I was thinking about some grilled king prawns … until they told me they were MOP$100 each. So a plate of fried salt & garlic prawns, also average. Then the “Portuguese style fried rice” came out – yikes, this was like the frozen fried rice one buys in microwavable packets back in the US. The last plate was charcoal grilled codfish, which was seriously overcooked and dried out, on a plate with some boiled potatoes and salad. Add in a half bottle of wine (MOP$88), the total for this garbage was MOP$560. My gf pronounced this the worst meal she’s had in the not-quite three years we’ve been together.
But really, it serves me right. Choosing a Portuguese restaurant with an Italian name, what else should I have expected, had I given it any thought. And yes, if you’re wondering, they did indeed have the poster for the Disney movie hanging in the restaurant. Oh, and across the street, there was another Disney-named restaurant, Dumbo.
At any rate, after this meal, we were completely dispirited, gave up any thought of stretching out in a bar for awhile and just went back to the ferry terminal and went home.








































































































































