Never underestimate Hong Kong people. Especially their English skills.
A few months ago, I watched the Hong Kong episode of Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations, in which he accompanies a local food blogger to a Yau Ma Tei restaurant known for its clay pot rice, "a local winter specialty." It's referred to as comfort food among the rice-loving populace here, and that's all fine and dandy, except...
The blogger spoke in that most Hong Kong of accents, emphasizing each syllable, tone rising and falling with each break of the word, in a manner that would make Russel Peters proud. Like this: LO-co WIN-ter SPE-sul-TEE.
I pointed at the screen and laughed. I wasn't alone! Even the producers had felt compelled to add subtitles whenever he talked.
