cart noodles at Dao Dao Noodles Cheung Chau

Dao Dao Noodles: Everything But the Kitchen Sink in a Single Bowl of Noodles

Big Body has been a bit of a sad boy lately. Caught somewhere in the dreg of the in-your-face requited love bug that appears to have bitten everyone and their cousin and the depravity of Joe Bananas and late-night McDoubles. It has led to a lot of time spent by myself. For better, or worse, I’m unsure.

However, in the pits of dejected Charlie Brown walks and exasperated sighs while brushing my teeth in front of the mirror, there was a shining light. I took a solo trip out to Hong Kong’s eighth-largest outlying island by size, Cheung Chau, to slow my roll, explore a Chinese pirate’s cave, and eat some mothaflippin’ delicious cart noodles. 

Here’s a little bit about Dao Dao Noodles and why I would argue it’s worth making the trip to Cheung Chau for on its own. 

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Sonny's Slice Shop Kowloon Kid slice

Sonny’s Slice Shop: A Welcome Addition to Hong Kong’s Pizza Scene or Hot Garbage?

Fresh out of the oven from Singapore and newly minted at the corner of Hollywood Road and Elgin, Sonny’s Slice Shop is the new pizza kid on the block serving up crispy, authentic New York-style pizzas (with both familiar and local homages) by the slice or whole pie, beef hotdogs, and freshly churned soft serve milk ice cream. If that isn’t pure nostalgia and comfort food rolled all into one little shop then I don’t know what is.

Sonny’s caught my eye after stopping by the 7-11 next door and noticing that yet another new eatery had popped up on Elgin. This location carries special significance in my life, as after moving back to the city in 2020, I spent one of my first nights standing outside where Sonny’s is now (formerly Dough Bros and some other random shop) shotgunning beers well into the early morning – with proper mask etiquette being practiced, of course. Coincidentally, that same night, a furloughed Australian Cathay pilot challenged me to hand-to-hand combat after I didn’t laugh at one of his jokes, to which I declined.

Out of sheer curiosity and insatiable hunger, I decided to swing by this saucy slice shop to see if it had any staying power in Hong Kong’s faltering gastronomic landscape. 

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Aqua oyster and sashimi platter Hong Kong

8 Free-Flow Brunches in Hong Kong to Live that Good Life Like Kanye & T-Pain

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, nothing may ever compare to a Hong Kong pastime for balding middle office Deutsche Bank muppets bursting out of their newly tailored pants, social media marketing evangelists dreaming of that next highly derivative viral Instagram reel, and [insert other self-absorbed, inconceivably, unskilled expat workers here] quite like the free-flow brunch. While I once tried to infiltrate corporate culture and was quickly spat out and sent on a dejected Charlie Brown walk out of IFC, I still pine for free-flow Aperols and sushi boats like the best (or worst) of them.

As Dr. Evil, in the G.O.A.T.’ed Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery, remarked to the ultra groovy, womanizing, anachronistic, and strikingly hairy international spy himself, “We’re not so different, you and I.” So, I’ll say it. We’re not so different, you and I. 

And, unlike the for-profit “foodie” magazines that churn out regurgitated gastronomic platitudes at the behest of whichever “up and coming,” Christ-like F&B gospeller has filled out their contact form and paid the troll toll, I’ve gone through and tested each of these free-flow brunches in Hong Kong for myself – multiple times over. So much so that I wrote this wondering if a gastrointestinal transplant from a cow to a human was and/or is possible. 

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Belly Boys au Poivre burger

I Think I Found the Best Burger in All of Hong Kong

If you know me in real life then you’ll hear me endlessly lament how I think that “the algorithm” has got me. Endless Instagram reels of Kazakh twins dancing to the same three songs, politically charged and semi-literate Facebook statuses by that one friend’s mom who uses social media as her diary, and more day-in-the-life videos of dropshipping YouTube entrepreneurs than my brain is capable of processing. Simply put, it has a strong grip on me and I’m not mentally or intellectually strong enough to dig myself out. 

However, there is one positive that has come from my Black Mirror-esque existence – one where I’m only a few years away from having hopium pedaling, snake oil, TikTok real estate guru seminars on a continuous loop in the brain chip implanted in me by Elon – an Instagram story highlighting the burgers at Belly Boys in Causeway Bay.

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Belly Boys burger Hong Kong

The Big Bodyssey: The Beefiest, Most Bodacious Burgers in Hong Kong

It’s burger season everyone. And do you know exactly when that is? Literally every day and month of the year. “I’ve always told people, you know I’m a very hungry guy. I’ve been to the best burger places in Hong Kong. I recently walked into a burger joint and said to myself ‘Wow, this is a delicious burger.’” Picture this being said in a Donny T accent with lots of nonsensical hand gestures, pauses, and inflection. The timing of this post felt long overdue, fortunately (or unfortunately) driven by the internal shame and guilt after realizing that I haven’t eaten as many burgers as I feel is required as my civic gourmandizing duty in this patriotic city. 

Part of that stems from a general disdain for overpriced dried-out hockey pucks that are all too commonly served throughout the city. Part of it is due to the fact that I’m a creature of habit and walk the same sad 1 km radius loop between work and home every single day (like most of you reading this), unable to extricate myself from this fatalistic rat race. And part of it is because I know if I go too heavy into the burger life I may have to be sent to the zoo with the rhinos, hippos, and that one Malaysian guy for future MRIs due to there being no medical technology capable of withstanding my inconceivably rotund frame.

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Birria Y Birria soft beef tacos

Birria Y Birria: Casa to the Best Tacos in Hong Kong

Say “Hello” to my little friend…and my new favorite restaurant in Hong Kong – Birria Y Birria. Before I dig into why this (relatively) new Sai Ying Pun shop should be on your Hong Kong dining bucket list, there’s a chance that if you’re reading this, you don’t even know what birria is. The “WHATTTT?” comes before the “why,” or the “OKAYYYYY” if you’re Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz. So, we should clear some things up first. Come closer and choose between the red pill and the blue pill. 

Birria refers to a Mexican meat stew or consomme made from almost every meat you can imagine (except pork) that is marinated in vinegar, garlic, dried chiles, and other colorful, herbaceous spices (oregano, bay leaves, cinnamon sticks, cardamom pods, and cloves). After bathing in that witches’ brew of caliente Mexican spices for hours, the tender meat is then flavor-fied even further and is cooked in that deep red broth. 

The result? A savory, smoky, somewhat gamey, sweet, and warm, mahogany concoction of everything right in the world. 

If that wasn’t already getting you more torqued up than 12-year-old me when I’d “accidentally stumble” into Blockbuster’s ‘adult section’ (R.I.P. Blockbuster), which was just sectioned off by a tiny curtain, then you’re about to be. In the late 2000s, Birria, unlike the ivory-billed woodpecker, evolved from its humble roots as an accompaniment to bean, rice, bread, and tortillas, expanding its gustatorial repertoire and entering into a not-so-surreptitious affair with tacos, cheese, and even ramen. 

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cold sesame noodles with beef shank at YKY Home Noodles

Noodles With My Fahza: YKY Home Noodles in Sai Kung

Friday beers noodles. It has a ring to it. This is something that has become somewhat of a regular staple (and the highlight of my week) for my father and me over the last year in Hong Kong.  However, it doesn’t always have to be noodles but most of the time it is. ‘Friday noodles’ is more of a mindset than anything. It’s a call to spend quality time with loved ones. 

On the docket for one of the most recent ‘Noodle Fridays’ was YKY Home Noodles (自家麵) out in Sai Kung, a popular no-nonsense chain, with locations scattered across Hong Kong, serving up highly customizable bowls of homemade Chinese noodles, steamed dumplings, and beef pies (xian bing).

Here’s what I love about YKY and what you can expect when you go.  

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pepperoni pizza at Brklyn Hong Kong

Time to Make the Power Moves & Get the Mozzarella: The Best Pizza Restaurants in Hong Kong

It’s time to make the power moves and get the cheddar. And buy the real nice things that make life better.” I have no doubt in my mind that Big L was rapping about pizza when he said that. He just used ‘cheddar’ instead of ‘mozzarella’ to fit the rhyme scheme. I know that’s at least 50% why I slug it out with these thankless robots devoid of any form of common sense or empathy each day – to get the cheddar mozzarella. The other 50% is, as Mr. Bizkit himself said, “for the nookie.”

While Hong Kong may not match up to cities like New York or Naples when it comes to the pizza game, it is a powerhouse in the cheese and crust colosseum of Asia. Occasionally, like Commodus in Gladiator, I’ll have to empathetically flip my thumb down in disgust at what took place before me. But more often than not, I find myself not only pleasantly surprised but coming back for more. 

From light, airy, and traditional Neapolitan pizzas to hefty, toppings-packed, foldable New York pies (and New York-Neapolitan hybrids), and crispy, saucy Detroit-style squares, here are 10 of the best pizza restaurants in Hong Kong for gastronomic ‘amore’. 

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Eggslut cheeseburger Hong Kong

The Medium-Rare Letter: Burger Shaming at Eggslut in Causeway Bay

I may be very well late to the game with this one. But I still don’t have an iPhone, I’ve never posted an Instagram story (and am not really sure how), and like Dr. Dre (aka Dre Brickhard the Mechanic) I still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (“still the beats bang, still doing my thing, since I left ain’t too much changed”). 

As a mindless, YouTube food show fiend, I was no stranger to an infamous L.A. breakfast sandwich and burger restaurant that, in name, appearance, and taste, appeals to both the gastronomic and prurient interests of generations cursed by crippling social media addictions and narcissism. I mean, with a name like ‘Eggslut’, it was set to catch your attention no matter what – even for those who take qualms with the crassness of its etymology. 

That’s ‘Marketing 101’ right there. 

I didn’t take as long as I did to patronize this promiscuous chicken restaurant because of any sort of moral high ground or pseudo-intellectual protest against social media self-aggrandizing, I just simply didn’t know that there was a location in Hong Kong. So, when I found out there was a (relatively) recently opened branch in Causeway Bay, I clucked with excitement and knew I better taste it before the sky inevitably falls. 

On the second day of Chinese New Year, after a quick gym sesh, I kept my smelly running shoes on and chicken ran out to this former fishing town turned densely populated mini-city of consumeristic tribalism to see if Eggslut’s burger was just fowl or actually foul. 

Here’s what I found.

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beef brisket sandwich at Rossi's Pizza and Smoked Meats

Ballin’ on a Brisket in Sai Kung: Rossi’s Pizza & Smoked Meats

At first, I had written several paragraphs on how brisket was at the heart of the American identity. Frankly, it was superfluous. I took a step back, looked at my scraggly Scorcese eyebrows in the mirror, and realized that brisket is a universal language and that there was no need to complicate great food with patriotism, geopolitics, and intersectional social justice. 

In Asia, you can find BBQ. Can you find great BBQ? Not often. And when you do, there’s a high probability that whatever restaurant it is, doesn’t serve brisket. There’s a labor of love and a high margin of error when it comes to smoking it, primarily due to space and time (sung like Mos Def in ‘Travelin’ Man’) requirements. 

Having lived in Hong Kong for over six years now (and experienced the city at various stages of its political decline), there has been very little in terms of reliable, high-quality BBQ. Sure, you can get a rack of ribs and some cornbread, and it feels familiar – but how often do you walk away actually (a) full, (b) satisfied, (c) not broke, and (d) feeling it was done proper justice? Rarely.  

But then I ate at Rossi’s Pizza and Smoked Meats in Sai Kung. And to quote my dawg T-Pain on Maino’s hit song, ‘All the Above’. Rossi’s checked off…All. The. Above. I always naively assumed that the apex of Western cuisine in Hong Kong was typically situated on Hong Kong Island (or in the likes of one of the five-star hotels in Tsim Sha Tsui). But this article is written to shatter that misconception and to cartoon Batman-slap myself back into reality. 

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oysters and sashimi at Aqua

I Tested the All You Can Eat & Drink Limit at Aqua’s Free-Flow Weekend Brunch

“If the limit never approaches anything, the limit does not exist.” – Mean Girls

There isn’t any institution or activity in Hong Kong that strikes both fear and joy into the hearts of chubby, balding, expat bankers and social media marketing evangelists (who create day-in-the-life TikTok reels) quite like the free-flow brunch. And very much like Mark Mcguire and Sammy Sosa of the infamous home run battle in the summer of ‘98, there are only two real names: Aqua and Zuma. 

Considering I’ve already written about Zuma’s free-flow brunch and sung its praises, it was only time that I ponied up and made my way across the Harbor to its Darkside (Kowloon) counterpart – Aqua – to test the free-flow food and booze brunch limit and capture the love (and attention) of the dreamy Aaron Samuels from calculus. 

So, I gathered a gaggle of Frenchmen (Mes frères – aka ‘The Revolution’), threw on the one nice outfit that I own (no, not my ‘Official Bikini Inspector’ t-shirt), made sure I was in bed by 9:30 PM the previous night, and Steamboat Willie strutted (only using this reference because the copyright is in the public domain now) my way over to Tsim Sha Tsui for I day I wouldn’t forget, or remember, or forget, or remember… 

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beef wagyu sando at Uoharu in Hong Kong

A Man-Date at One of My Favorite Izakayas in Hong Kong: Uoharu

The first time I went to Uoharu was on a date where mid-way through, after watching her nod off face-first into her grilled mackerel and sake, I learned that she was on Clydesdale-sized doses of lithium. Somehow, after assurances it was just a fluke, the date continued. I spent the remainder of the night eating Scotch eggs at Stockton – while she subsequently nodded off again in the leather booth adjacent – and slugging fresh-off-the-tap cocktails from Draft Land – while she nodded off one more time on the stool next to me. 

After the dust settled, I let her know that I had a nice time but I didn’t think we were compatible, to which she sent me a relatively accurate description of myself and one that makes me chuckle to this day. “You are a big sweaty piece of man meat.” I left out the accompanying expletives. This insult is only second to when a rotund Indian man with a handlebar mustache in Bangkok barked out at me, “Where do you think you’re going Daddy Longlegs?” after I hurried past him on Sukhumvit 11. 

I digress. Uoharu’s seafood and robatayaki izakaya fare was the driving reason for my initial perseverance and self-convincing in the bathroom that “These things happen” and “I’m sure that she just had a long day.” I needed craved Uoharu redemption and returned countless times over the subsequent years, with it solidifying itself as one of my all-time favorite izakayas in Hong Kong.

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