Walking along a main street known as Tai Ho, we discovered a slightly less intimidating shopping area filled with my favorite style of restaurant (outdoor, communal, and local dining). Thanks to some kind of divine intervention, we decided on a restaurant that roughly translates as "The Noodle House". We are, yet again, the only westerners in sight, but the waitress was kind enough to try and walk us through the "English" menu while speaking Cantonese. After a little finger pointing and a few head nods, we ordered noodle soup with beef satay, cubed spiced pork, fried pork chops, and bok choy. Ten minutes of incessant slurping later, I dropped my chopsticks and did everything in my power to not get up and give our waitress a big kiss on the lips. She was so nice and helpful, and the soup was the most incredible breakfast that I have ever had to date. Her kindness was a simple reminder that although people do not always understand one another, they generally have an inherent desire to assist those who need it the most. We returned to our hotel after breakfast, packed up, and grabbed a taxi to our next hotel.
*Important observation: If it was once ALIVE, the Chinese WILL dry it and they WILL eat it.