I found myself standing outside of Outram Station on a cold saturday morning at 9am. This is unusual. Normally I should be rolling around in bed at such a timing. Normally I would then engage in a sleepy debate with my equally sleepy moral self on why I should sleep in on that specific Saturday. Normally it will end with a compromise on the next best timings to wake up. 9am is normally not one of them.
Today is a little different.
I yawned and strolled around the station. A donation group has made the station their base camp, and their little inexperienced involuntary volunteers moved out in fan formation towards gullible patrons. I shifted to a position out of their detection range.
She comes out of the gates in the sleep-walking state that I was in a few minutes earlier in a pink top and a hot air balloon necklace. We then set off for our target destination for brunch – Red Star Restaurant. Unfortunately she has not been there before. Fortunately she has the almighty Iphone with her and Google Maps on that Iphone knows how to get there. Unfortunately Google Maps’s calculations did not account for civilization.
“Why are we walking through the factories?”
“Eh, this is supposedly the fastest route to our destinations.”
“This does not look like a route that people would normally take.”
If you have been around an industrial area on a Saturday morning, and on a lazy one such as this, you would get that outer-worldly creep, that “we are the only ones alive” feeling. Even the hustle bustle of Chinatown left us behind. We continued walking through the silent buildings, overgrown car park lots, spoked, but hunger gave us strength and moved us forward.
We then arrived at a junction. Google Maps says to turn right and continue in a counter-clockwise circle to arrive at the destination, which in reality is to the left of us. We decided that Google Maps is not acting in our best interests anyway and headed left instead.
Red Star turned out to be in a run down building that looks like a car park. A lift that looked in need of repairs took us to the 7th floor where suddenly civilization returned and we were surrounded by the restaurant patrons.
The food is pretty good and reminded us of Hong Kong. The dim sums are better than average and the ambience is relaxed. Just like a lazy Saturday morning should be. The bill is pretty thin too.
After that we went walking around Chinatown area and took some pictures of the area, bask in the hot rays of the afternoon and disappeared into the crowd of tourists, new year celebration trinkets and buskers.
Not a bad Saturday spent.