Sunday evening my wife whipped up a simple but truly international dinner. The fusilli pasta and grape seed oil were from Italy. The shrimp was from Vietnam. The smoked salmon was a gift, carried from Canada. The French beans were from Kenya. The mushrooms were from Korea. The broccoli, bought rather reluctantly, was from China. The soy source was from Hong Kong. The wine, another gift, was from Chile. Finally, the wine glass was a souvenir carried back gingerly in my suitcase from Chile.
I don’t think my wife did it on purpose. It just happened that our dinner came from seven different countries. I wouldn’t say it happens “only in Hong Kong”. But certainly “particularly” in Hong Kong.