My uncle took me to Fung Shing Restaurant in North Point this morning. My grandfather opened this restaurant and now there are several in Hong Kong with the same name (but not family-run). I was hoping to erase the memory of yesterday's dim sum experience and I wasn't disappointed. We had flaky pastries filled with BBQ pork, har gow, siu mai, fried rice noodles (cheung fun), beef balls and daan tart. Everything was a step above what I've had in Toronto. I found out what happens when you're sharing a table and one party is finished before the other: they roll up half the tablecloth and set the places on a half-rolled fresh tablecloth.
Before heading to Stanley, we dropped by my uncle's neighbourhood in Tai Koo. Inside the big mall there, a rink was filled with kids learning to skate. I don't think I've ever seen handrails on the boards before, but it's a sensible idea. After a short break at his apartment, we took a bus to Stanley, a village town with a nice beach and lots of history. 
The outdoor market there is actually air-conditioned and sells lots of kitschy clothing, paintings and other souvenirs. My uncle said that a lot of these items can be had for a fraction of the price in nearby Shenzhen, China.
The most striking building in Stanley is Murray House. All kinds of interesting restaurants were inside: from a German beer hall, to a Spanish cafe to a mini-chef school for kids. On the ride back, we took a minibus to Chai Wan. I casually mentioned to my uncle that I had never taken one before and had heard the stories of fluctuating fares and reckless driving. He reassured me by pointing out the large LCD speedometer prominently displayed at the front which beeps loudly when the driver exceeds the limit. When the side door suddenly flew open while we were in motion, I clung a little more tightly to my seat.
Dinner was in Shau Kei Wan at a beef noodle restaurant. The brisket was very tender, but the noodles were way too salty.
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