I have no tongue and I must scream

There are allegedly thousands of other Americans in Hong Kong, but I've met fewer than 10. I chalked this up to my admittedly misanthropic nature and not being much of a whoremonger or drunk or baby-machine, the three most common participatory activities for ex-pats here. Until I came across this menu posted outside of a cafe. And now I know the fate that's befallen my countrymen. They're lunch.