BLUEBERRY PANCAKES AND PEKING DUCK

I have to be one of the easiest guys in the world to satisfy. At least food-wise. Unless you want to serve me carmelized onions, I could dine with you. When the question of "What do you want for supper?" comes up, I'm very accommodating. You see, I like darn near everything. Who else likes anchovies? And anchovy pizzas? No other ingredients necessary.

One thing, though, I'm still recovering from is true Chinese food. When we were in Japan, Korea, and China in 1996, I had my fill of real Chinese. Also real Japanese and Korean food though I could probably go for some good kimchi.

Our last leg of our trip was in beautiful Hong Kong where a fellow traveler, Don Turner saved me from a state of famishment. Not that I would have sold my birthright like Esau (hey I'm the baby anyhow), but I was one hungry pup when we arrived there. Our Mandarin Hotel made the best blueberry pancakes, so I got one great meal daily. An inquisitive Mr. Turner found a restaurant touted as serving the best Peking Duck in the city. We dined there and I gorged myself.

It's funny how you remember certain meals and associate them with certain cities. Mike Shannon's steaks are the best in St. Lou, while in Scottsdale it's a toss up between Morton's and the Grill at the TPC. But if I'm ever in Hong Kong again, I know I could find that restaurant again.