The Last Meal in Macau

We didn't know it before, but it was really difficult to find good food in Macau. It should have been obvious to us that people only eat casino chips there.

Our first night ended up as a food blogger's failure. But now, we were back & we were not about to lose face again.

Our experience in Hong Kong told us that the best food is usually in an alley somewhere, tucked secretly away from the evil tourists. And so we actually combed the streets, alley after alley for any signs of any kind of food.

Suddenly, as expected, Nee's eyes caught sight of the 3D Gold sign, & mine caught the one next to it.

Actually we didn't really know who Margaret was.

But at that point in time, we were willing to try anything.

This alley is easily recognisable cos it's full of mopeds.

I was beginning to wonder Margaret was a moped Hell's Angel.

We weren't exactly sure what we stumbled upon then. The first shop was Sang Lei. It looked like a decent shop & it had people sitting there, so we thought that was a good sign.


I couldn't read the menu but it seemed that everything had pork chop in it.

So we ordered the Pork Chop noodles.

And Beef Noodles and Briskets noodles

And I got my Teh-C.


The good thing about this place is next door to it had pretty good desserts tong shui (chinese dessert).

Now, the really good thing about Sang Lei is that Margaret's Cafe e Nata was two doors away from it. All we had to do was to shift our butts a bit & we were there.

It was then that we realised this place was featured on a food TV programme before. So we knew right away that we had actually hit the jackpot.

The egg tarts here tasted almost very very very close to Lord Stow's. For those who may be too lazy to travel all the way to Coloane Village for the originals, the egg tarts here are really good enough.

This is the famous Macau Pork chop burger from Sang Lei. We have to catch one before boarding the plane.

It is precisely what the name says it is - pork chop & burger buns. It didn't have anything else inside. By Macau standards, this is as good as it can get here. Excellent especially the baguettes.

This was the 8th & the last day of our Hong Kong-Macau trip. We ate from door to door at that row of shop. We came back to Macau in full force. Vengeance is sweet.

And that concludes our Hong Kong & Macau food matrathon.

Doing What Tourists Does Best

Visiting a fort is not something to shout about. When someone says they're going to see a fort, you don't see them jumping up & down with joy.

But for us both, we were on a holiday in Hong Kong & Macau at that time, & when we're on a happy holiday, everything was interesting, including an old fart... I mean fort.

I wasn't sure if the atrium & the guest rooms were part of the fort. It seemed more likely that they were an extension of St. Paul's Ruins.

This is Monte Fort, the oldest fort in Macau.


It was built in 1616 to protect St. Paul's Church from the sea pirates.

As you can see, it's strongly fortiefied to hold out against any attacks. The sea pirates must have been very ardent church-goers.

The fort even has something like a secret underground passage or backdoor escape route, just like in the movies.

There's actually nothing much impressive about this. I've got one on my backdoor also. In fact, with the ridiculously high crime rate in Kuching, everyone's house is gonna look like this soon.

Oh look. I never thought we'd do something like this. It's called a milder form of camwhoring.

We were trying to capture that Korean romantic TV series Autumn in My Heart feel. But it didn't work cos both of us never watched a single drop of Korean series & we didn't know what we were doing.

These are the steps which lead up to the fort.

You do this everyday, & you will have very big & healthy legs.

And when we reached the top, we realised that our lungs had grown bigger.


I've said it before, & Ill say it again, I think Hong Kong people are slowly getting over the wild dog-eating days. I think they don't see dogs as food nowadays.

Okay, we had to a bit of the touristy been-there, saw-that, touch-that shots.




Now, I'm not a guy who knows much about Feng Shui, but my gut instinct tells me that a canon pointing to a casino building is not very auspicious.

Lilian Too would freak out if she sees this.

This is the entrance to the much more private confines of the fort.

I'm sorry I could not get rid of the tourist guy in red.

I was stumped for a while with this.

These looked suspiciously like canonballs. I was wondering whether they had anything to do with going to the toilets. It was one of those moments in a foreign country when you're not sure whether you're missing a point.

These stairs lead to the highest tier of the fort.

And this is the Museum of Macau.

And it had an entrance fee.

And being true to the blue, pure bred Malaysians, we opted for the other mini-museum underground.

Which was free.

I think if there were more Malaysian tourists like us, Macau would never make any money, even with more Airasia Kuching-Macau direct flights.

And being a free museum, the only thing they had on display were broken stuff.

And second hand stuff.

But these personal artifacts were interesting because you were able to get a sense of what life was back then.






Oh, they even had a kitchenware section. That's Nee's territory.

There's something about women looking at plates in museums. Their shopping instincts kick in easily & they start forgetting that they are not in a departmental store.

So when Nee started taking out her credit card, I had to remind her that she was not at Parkson, or Sia Huat.

This is the Musem of Macau.