Apparently, according to our secret source (an old taxi driver who drove us back from Tsim Sha Tsui), there was a place worth trying out near our hotel.
Due to my extremely limited Cantonese vocabulary, the only way I could make sense of the restaurant's name is to associate the 'Wah' in 'Wing Wah' to 'Waaaaah, so delicious.'I couldn't remember whether I took any photos of the restaurant interior. I thought I did but I couldn't find them. Anyway, there were a lot of old people there, having their breakfast in their own sweet time with the newspapers in front of them. I guess they deserve that kind of life after all those years of hardwork. I felt a bit guilty there, like I should be in the office working instead of holidaying. ;P
Anyway, here's what we had.