I’m not a morning person and I doubt that’s going to change in a hurry. This means that during the working week I’m barely awake in time to shower, let alone feed myself more than a cereal bar hurriedly on my way to the MTR. Not on the MTR obviously, I’m no rebel. This clashes with another part of my personality because I am definitely a breakfast person. Luckily the Christmas break gave me some time to pile on the festive pounds and sample what Hong Kong has to offer in the breakfast sector. These are my favourite finds so far…

The coffee
I live in central Mong Kok and while it offers plentiful street food, breakfast isn’t the first cuisine you’d associate with the district. A hungry googling session led me to HK chain 18 Grams. The Mong Kok branch is located in Grand Plaza (down the stairs by Starbucks) and is a small arrangement of seats amongst the bustle of a shopping mall. I get the impression that the other branches have a less commercial feel but it’s not quite as bad as Langham food court. 18 Grams is mostly visited for its coffee, with fresh beans, drips and siphons and flavours that sound like next gen hipster children. A breakfast will set you back a pretty penny but their signature Eggs Benedict will satisfy a classy craving.


The eggs
I’d read about the famous Australia Dairy Company on a few blogs and was intrigued to see what all of the fuss was about. I walked down to Jordan on a sunny Sunday morning and I saw the queue before the restaurant. Considering the line went round the block I only had to wait 20 minutes for a table… well, half a table. We were presented with an English menu but went straight for the dishes I’d read about – French Toast and good old fashioned scrambled egg. They were good. Very creamy and rich (apparently the secret ingredient is soup?) and served on warm, thick toast. It was comforting and homely but my boyfriend gave me a look that said ‘you just made me queue 20 minutes for eggs and I’m still hungry’.


The toast
My first morning in Hong Kong was a little surreal. After landing the previous night and having no idea where I was, the Langham Place hotel was a beacon of vague familiarity. My boss had mentioned there were restaurants inside and we fought through the jetlag to get ourselves fed. ToastBox was the answer to our prayers and remains a guilty pleasure. It’s the Traditional Kaya Toast Set or nothing….thick white toast, lathered with honey, condensed milk and SO MUCH butter! It’ll make you feel so good and so bad at the same time.


The full works
It doesn’t matter how long I queue for scrambled eggs or how much butter is on my Kaya toast, nothing can replace the ultimate breakfast – the Full English. I never expected to find a good one in Hong Kong, sausages are only found on a stick and mushrooms usually come out of a tin.. old Blighty would not approve. After a night of camping on the beach on Lantau Island 5 hungry Brits (and 1 American) trawled Silvermine Bay for something to eat. Just when it looked like McDonalds was our only option, we decided to try turning one more corner.  Thank Buddha we did because we found China Bear. This Brit themed pub is a huge hit with expats, serving up some decent ales and Sunday lunches with a seaview. Their All Day Breakfast is worth the trip alone and is probably one of the best ones I’ve had here or in the UK. Only a Brit living abroad can understand the happiness proper sausages and bacon can bring – that happiness is right here. The only criticism – no black pudding!