SoHo: where dreams come true.

I just wanted to post a little blurb here about my favorite district, after eating another lascivious bout of Mexican food: SoHo.

Ironically akin to its New York counterpart, which derived its nickname from "South of Houston Street", SoHo in Hong Kong stands for "South of Hollywood", another major artery of HK's Central district. Similar to New York's trendy spot, SoHo is the meeting grounds, nay, living sector and cultural center for every sort of displaced culture one can imagine in Asian cities, but... with a certain hipster flare.

Here, aromas from Italian pizzerias, wafts of fish 'n' chips from assorted pubs, and bold spices from Lebanese and Nepalese cafes all intermingle in the middle of the walkways, and carry on into gelatterias, African bars, and cobblestone-lined walkways, tongues of any kind being spoken.

And go down a block, and turn, running perpendicular to the above-ground escalators to reach the district (Hong Kong wins, folks), and you'll hit a mess of boutique fashion stops, pop art fiascos (loved the Mao impressions, though), and, well, even more restaurants. New flavors peeked around every corner. Always a small adventure looming with each new shop. I love this district.

(Not my photo -- this one is from the Internet.)

 The escalators are actually glorified moving sidewalks, but on slopes. Hysterical, and a surprisingly sound calf and balance workout from time to time.

 Now, hence the grainy quality, this is my photo. Ha.

 Our Swiss-German friend ironically showed this place to us, which has a killer chocolate fondue set, so we hear. On the to-do list, I can assure.

African bar. Just because. We're visiting this place later for sure.

Here, I'm a citizen of the world... But also with a little flare. I'm not a citizen of the world... I'm only a citizen of the world's "best of"... Or at least, the best that can be made into any number of established eateries. Sorry, Canada. Your food didn't make the cut. American burgers did, however (charming reputation we have, it always seems).

If the night calls for a dinner in SoHo, then, by default, it's a good night.