Recently, I’ve been a lazy sell out.

That’s right. I didn’t write on this blog for 14 days. Bloody hell…

In blogging terms, that is an enormous amount of time that could be seen as a sign of simply giving up and not bothering anymore. Yet, sometimes the whole damn world can make you feel a tad depressed at times. Since my last post, there’s been many a thing to dampen one’s mood, be it my home country’s political situation, some millennial bird from America killing herself in Hanoi, some other foreigner mostly likely killing himself because he made the mistake of forgetting to wear a helmet (probably) and having to go through the whole mess of doing a visa run which didn’t kill me, but Hong Kong itself made my wallet cry.

Eventually, I will cover a few of those topics. In fact, I was quite eager to consider the suicide case, but apparently that would be a tad disrespectful and it was also making me feel depressed despite me not even knowing the person. So enough of that…

Many a person who blogs about food a lot (like me) will just be a blatant sell out. They’ll give mediocre restaurants really good, poetic sounding reviews in the hope of earning kickbacks or worse yet, free food to stuff their gobs with. Something’s gotta motivate you, right?

Today, I was feeling lazy. After recently suffering the revenge of pickled chillis after over-indulging on them a few days back, my stomach was not in an adventurous mood and I’m still not quite back at full strength yet. All of a sudden, an overpriced tourist trap price that sells not quite so authentic banh mi seemed all the more appealing because it happens to consistently be spotlessly clean. So I stepped in, and regretfully paid a couple of dollars more than I ever should for such a sandwich.

To be fair, it wasn’t truly a banh mi. Stuffed with bacon, ham and eggs; it was a sandwich that would otherwise appeal to the tastebuds of British fat bastards like myself (and for some strange reason, Koreans) rather than locals, but at least it also contained a token small amount of vegetables so that it could masquerade as being something healthy.

Then in the corner of my eye, I spotted a notice before I tucked into the sandwich. They were giving out free branded teddy bears in exchange for reviews on popular social media websites. So I whipped my camera out and took a photo, devoured my sarnie and wrote a little review. You can find it on my Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and whatever the hell else I’ve linked up to.

The lady at the counter no doubt thought I was just being a total dick as I asked for my teddy bear, but a promise is a promise; I demanded my free gibs. As far as free promotional teddy bears go, it was quite a cute one. After already passing on my Lotteria burger promotional Pikachu to my landlady’s little kid, this one now lives without a name or a forever home. Unless, I’m stuck with the bastard, that is.

That seems to mean that he’ll be staying in my bed tonight. Hope he doesn’t make any of you ladies jealous or anything… Was totally worth eating an overpriced, tourist banh mi for.