85 South

85 South

Where:
85 South (HOLY SHIT – A USEFUL HK WEBSITE)
6-10 Kau U Fong Street (below Gough Street)
Sheung Wan, Hong Kong

Phone:
+852 2337-2078

Price:
HKD340 for two people (no service charge).  Ribs combo = HKD130.

The deal:
Planned a weekday evening nom with Ms Two Serves and had a serious look at your life, look at your choices afternoon moment when I had to make an emergency stop in the work toilet cubicles to sew the buckle from my pants back on because I’d managed to burst the little fucker straight off (no prizes for guessing what could have caused that).  Who ignores such a PLEASE STAHP sign from the nomming universe and backs themselves straight into an American BBQ joint for dinner?  Red hot tip – me. 85 South came recommended by two of my American homies but I was scared though, because I always remember this fuck no nomming BBQ incident at Blue Smoke (now closed) which I went to after being told by a TEXAN that it was ‘as good as home’.  I mean, COME ON, how can a Texan recommendation on BBQ be wrong??

A surly, dour man at the counter couldn’t have looked any more unimpressed with having to actually fucking take people’s orders.  But no service charge, so I guess you can deal with it or GTFO.  It’s casual, you sit on long benches (the guy next to me had to pull the bench out to get in and he said to me ‘No, don’t worry about standing up’ and I felt like saying to him ‘Yo homes, I had to do emergency stitching to keep my dignity intact at work today – you might not be able to move that bench with my fat ass sitting on it’) and eat from paper containers.  Side note – I fucking loved listening to the two Aussie boys next to us who inbetween smashing some mac n cheese, fries, pork and splitting a jug of beer were very matter of fact and so Strayan in how they said at the end “That was a bit punchy for a school night”.  

We snacked down on some dry rubbed ribs, pulled pork, slaw (vinegar base), fries and fried okra.  Fried okra and the fries were a fuck yeahhhhh.  The ribs were tasty, but I’ll be real, the ribs were a bit dry.  Ms Two Serves got the aptly named ‘Big Boi Plate’, so I stole some of her pulled pork which was a fuck yeah too.  Ms Two Serves then walked me through the finer points on how to mark up errors on an architectural drawings with red pen, squirting ketchup liberally to indicate how the entire plan she reviewed today was seriously fucked.  To make sure our poor hearts didn’t get all the love, we made sure to wash down all those fuck yeah golden fries than with some diabeetus inducing Sweet Tea and Arnold Palmers (Lemonade/Sweet Tea combo). Let’s just say I keep a sewing kit in my desk drawer in case of future pants busting incidents.

The verdict:
It’s not going to be the best BBQ you’ll ever have in your life – but for a weekday, casual nom….Fuck yeah!

2 Comments
  • siuwaaan
    Posted at 15:53h, 05 May Reply

    Excuse me, did I read that correctly? You didn’t get a sweet tea vodka?

  • sgtnoms
    Posted at 21:50h, 05 May Reply

    I think I felt self-conscious after bursting my pants buckle off at work. On the plus side, the counter dude didn’t use the N word like the time you went…

Fuck yeah or fuck no?

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