The Steaks are High

Friday night and we decided to treat ourselves for a sort of 'Last Supper'. Our restaurant of choice was the strangely named Wooloomooloo Steakhouse on the 31st Floor of the Hennessy Tower on Hennessy Road, and we managed to get a window table. Having been astounded by the views over the city we were even more astounded by the prices on the menu - Hodge was happy he hadn't agreed to pick up the tab on this one. Pride of place in the menu went to the 20 oz Porterhouse which ended up on the plates of four hungry tourists. It was quite an exclusive place and the service was second to none, however they were a bit fazed by Pete who when asked how he liked his steak answered "in a baguette". As Pete might say "Don't talk to me about sophistication, I've been to Leeds".

After the meal we adjourned to the roof top terrace bar to get over the shock of the bill. This was my first sighting of the Hong Kong skyline at night and I really don't think there'll be a better one. Vertigo sufferers beware, this is not for the faint hearted, and it wasn't helped when Hodge and Meister started a discussion about suicide methods and whether throwing yourself off a high building was better than drowning. I think I stepped back from the edge at that point.

The view was clearly too much for Kiwi who decided to take a nap in one of the lifts - seriously though he just needed to collect himself (well nobody else would!) before joining the intrepid adventurers later in the evening.

We considered trying to parachute from the top of the building into the White Stag but that would have meant putting a severe dent in the world's silkworm population, so we decided to use the lift, stepping over Kiwi on the way. Onwards into Wanchai to find a bar with air conditioning and without loud thumping music, not easy on a Friday night. But we settled into The Doghouse (where Meister had another chance for laser treatment) for a couple of pleasant beers before an inevitable visit to the White Stag.