Update from Escalator-Land

We keep hearing about a collapse in tourist numbers, an economic slowdown and falling rents. But no-one seems to have told the commercial landlords in my neighbourhood, where the closure of tacky bars and restaurants – and the opening of even nastier ones – continues.

YorksPudThe latest outlet to go is a place called Yorkshire Pudding. It offered British food and televised sports, a combination that sounds like an especially loathsome circle of Hell, but the overweight-white-males-with-shaved-heads demographic seemed to like it. To give an idea of what worse could take its place: just a couple of streets away, a Hooters is going to open.

Although the Soho restaurant investors go to cynical/desperate lengths in devising new themes and concepts with a chance of surviving in this ultra-high-rent environment, you can at least laugh. The Thai tapas with a Scandinavian twist, artisanal hamburgers and Peruvian-ceviche-with-kimchi ideas border on self-parody. Hooters, however, is simply not funny, just gross.

The South China Morning Post goes into almost-investigative and crusading mode in its nicely unsympathetic story on this newest and, surely, ultimate excrescence on Central’s dining scene. Even in 1980s US, the waitresses-with-big-boobs thing was infantile. Now, well into the 21st Century, it turns up in the trashy Lan Kwai Fong extension that is upper Wyndham Street – with a 10-year-lease, somehow.

The SCMP reports that a headhunting company with a female client base is fleeing the premises upstairs because, understandably, it can’t bear to have ‘above Hooters’ as its location. And we learn that these low-lifes are even planning to blight poor old Phnom Penh with a branch. To emphasize the sordid/sleaze/icky angle, the paper also extracts a quote from the investor behind Hooters denying that his Thai branch employs ladyboys.

Some demented malevolence opened a Krispy Kreme up the hill a few years ago. When it started offering free samples of the vile donuts to schoolkids, some angry vigilante feng-shui experts went round and put a spell on it. It closed soon after. Rare but glorious proof that HL Mencken was wrong when he said that no-one ever lost money by underestimating the public’s taste. I foresee Hooters cursed and collapsing in a similar fashion.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the wholesomeness scale, there’s a place called Nood, on Peel Street…


Don’t worry – you’re not supposed to drink it. This is their special extra-strength colonic-irrigation solvent. But why is only the cucumber ‘organic’? And why Pink H. Salt, rather than the regular white no-middle-initial stuff? (Actually, if you dropped the spinach/broccoli and added onion and tomato, you’ve got a great tabbouleh recipe.)

And on the Escalator that caused all this horrifying gentrification, a man wearing those foot-less tights beneath shorts, like women do…


Not being judgmental – just bemused at the sartorial symbolism or functionality, if any. (I’m guessing horrible scars on legs.)

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9 Responses to Update from Escalator-Land

  1. Joe Blow says:

    Hooters will end up with a dozen cheerful, busty Filipinas, just like every other gwai-lo pub in LKF, Soho and Wanchai. Well, that’s quite a novelty then.

    The Nood thing is run by Al Semen’s daughter, I think. The one who looks like Chelsea Clinton, but less pretty.

  2. reductio says:

    These are running tights by the company Under Armor. Excellent for keeping muscles warm in sub zero environments, such as mid-winter fell runs, or HK shopping malls.

  3. Knownot says:

    By coincidence, I saw a man wearing tights yesterday for the first time, and didn’t know what to make of it. It was a sturdy, middle-aged Chinese man, heavily loaded with fishing equipment, as if he took the hobby very seriously. The tights were white.

  4. WTF says:

    Zika wear? but fatal to leave the ankles exposed.

  5. rick says:

    If its so fuvking gross DON’T go you self opinionated prick.

  6. rick the prick says:

    It looks like one of those tattooed, obese, bald-headed..errr…things from the Yorkshire Pudding just woke up -just in time for happy hour- to give us a piece of its mind.

  7. Monkey the Unborn says:

    Rick … chillax man, Helmsman Hemlock is one of the last bastions of anti-philistinism in these ‘ere parts (no reference to Palestine), fighting the good fight… against incredible, overwhelming forces of cartelistic Hong Kong-stylee ‘capitalism’.

  8. LRE says:

    I suspect Rick may be Hooters’ version of Information Coordinator extraordinaire, Andrew Fung Wai-kwong…

  9. chrz says:

    Brexit is much ado about nothing, but a Hooters eight blocks from Firehouse is the End of Civilization…

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