A private kitchen

Last night Cate and I ventured into the fascinating and awesome world of private kitchens.

A private kitchen is a restaurant that can’t call itself a restaurant. It can’t openly advertise, it can’t post a menu for passer-by to see; in fact it can’t, really, be openly visible to passer-by at all. They don’t even have official websites, relying instead on word of mouth and other means to get the word out. Because it’s not a restaurant, you see. It’s a private kitchen.

Private kitchens operate in a legal gray area. What usually happens is that some awesome (most of the time) chef and some partners buy a space (like an apartment) and turn it into a restaurant—errr, private kitchen. They’re not subject to governmental oversight because they’re not officially restaurants, and because they need to be mostly invisible, they’re typically in out-of-the-way places that are hard to find. That’s part of the appeal, of course.

Private kitchens are one of those worst-kept-secrets, clearly tolerated because there’s no reason to crack down on them. Despite the attention-grabbing headlines of these articles in Forbes (“Hong Kong’s Secret Tables”) and Business Week (“The Secret World of Hong Kong’s Private Kitchens”), private kitchens are by no means secret. Word of mouth goes a long way, as do food blogs that openly list their names, phone numbers, and addresses. Someone told us that every time you share a private kitchen phone number with someone, you’ll get two in return. I like that.

Technically, private kitchens are clubs, for members only. But they’re clubs in the same way that bars in Utah are technically clubs: to be a member, you must show up, fill out no paperwork, submit to no screening, and pay nothing (or next to nothing). Then you’re in! You’re a member!

So last night Cate and I became members—i.e., went to—one of HK’s most excellent private kitchens, Fa Zu Jie. According to this website, it’s one of the “most exclusive,” but that just means you have to wait a month for reservations. (It seats only 30.) But it’s worth it, and it starts with the drama of finding it.

In the middle of bustling D’Aguilar Street (map for those so inclined), one finds this completely innocuous space, helpfully labeled by this blogger:

In this case, the description “hole in the wall” is not merely metaphorical. (Image via BirdieGolfBlog.)

It’s hard to convey just how un-noticeable this alleyway is. At 7:30 on a Thursday night in the Central district, there are a lot of people buzzing about. You would normally blow right by.

Walk down the alley, and there’s a restaurant at the end. But wait! That’s not it. That’s a Mexican place. A real restaurant, with a sign and everything. Inquire at the host stand of said Mexican restaurant, and you will be directed to a dirty, fluorescent-lit stairwell that looks like something from the set of Seven. Signs posted say “Private Property. Please do not sit on these stairs to drink.” Nice.

One creepy flight of stairs brings you to an unmarked apartment door. It is locked. Knock, though, and it opens to reveal this:

That’s a pretty nice one-bedroom apartment. (Image via Asia Tatler Dining.)

Hot damn!

Because these places don’t have liquor licenses (though why, as a members-only club, they couldn’t sell wine to members is beyond me), they’re BYOB.

Fa Zu Jie (法租界) is Mandarin for French Concession, the famous area of Shanghai. As you might guess, the food is a blend of classic French techniques with Shanghai favorites. Here is the menu from our meal last night:

That’s some good food.

A few descriptions of the more obliquely titled courses. The “summer colour” was a frozen watermelon appetizer, with a spicy Shanghainese dollop. The second course was a cold Japanese udon noodle with a variety of little tasty treats hidden inside. Yellow croaker is a small yellow fish, steamed. The soft pluma was an incredibly rich piece of pork atop deliciously rich rice. Red dress, white hat was a vanilla macaron (the white hat, bien sûr) accompanied by two strawberries.

The whole meal was fantastic, and I’m not even much of a seafood fan. We’re now itching to try some of HK’s other private kitchens. Some serve only dessert. Another features opera singing from the executive chef. And then there’s this culinary-life-changing experience a former HK Fulbrighter describes.

So we’re ready. We’re going to start working the phones. Anticipate another report in 6–8 weeks.

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7 responses to “A private kitchen

  1. Michelle Funke

    That sounds SO cool! (My favorite was “Snow Yellow Croaker”!)

  2. Jeff Abell

    sounds like you’ve made an important discovery! so jealous….

  3. Jeffrey

    What’s the cost of dinner in a place like that?

  4. Wow! I’ll have to find one and make reservations for the next time I’m in HK. I didn’t know these existed!

  5. Imee

    How did you make a reservation here?

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