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BY STEPHANIE LIU
The Western Kowloon neighbourhood of Shek Kip Mei Street is flooded with hungry Hong Kongers as the sun begins to set. The city is going through one of the hottest summers they’ve had in decades, but almost every table at Oi Man Sang Kitchen has a plastic red stool with someone sitting on it. The tables are crowded with plates of everything in between stir-fried noodles to sautéed greens. The tantalizing aroma of sweet and sour pork can be detected from a block away. In the cooking area, pigeons are defeathered and marinated with a mix of spices.

Kitchen staff at Oi Man Sang spend the day preparing for customers (Stephanie Liu/RSJ).
The line cooks at Oi Man Sang spend their day preparing for when the restaurant opens in the evening. While most of the cooking is done in the open-air kitchen, other tasks such as wrapping dumplings and making rice is prepared in the kitchenette by the indoor dining area. While preparing for the night, the cooks use an axe-like knife to chop vegetables of all sorts – baby bok choy, button mushrooms, bright red peppers – palm-sized fish with grey scales end up on the large wooden block every so often. You can tell when they’re preparing the fish, not just from the splitting sound of when the knife strikes the board, but also from the lingering scent of sea water brine. As customers start occupying the tables, the tall chef hiding behind the steel countertop tosses the fish and vegetables together in a wok that sits over scattered flames. Oi Man Sang, one of the only dai pai dongs left on the street, stays buzzing with customers from 6 p.m. till past midnight.

A cook at Oi Man Sang takes the fish from a tank of water and prepares it on the chopping board (Stephanie Liu/RSJ).
Dai pai dongs are restaurants in the middle of a street. In the 1950s, they were popular venues for cheap eats and fresh food, but now, Oi Man Sang is one of the last dai pai dongs left in Hong Kong.
Throughout the night, there’s a petite lady with fine grey hair pacing around the dining area and peeking over the kitchen counters. Love Lam, 87, is the owner of Oi Man Sang. She opened the dai pai dong back in 1956 and named it after her two sons. She isn’t always at the restaurant but on days where she is, she spends a lot of her time chatting with customers. She mentions the awards her restaurant has won and beams with pride about her achievements, especially considering she’s a woman. As one of the last dai pai dongs left in the city, Lam says she is “very very lucky” that the government didn’t shut her restaurant down years ago when they were trying to clear the streets.
“The government didn’t like how they [dai pai dongs] were on the streets and blocking traffic. I was lucky they didn’t close mine down,” she said. “Today there’s only about 20 of them left. They closed all of them on this street except for mine, so I’m very very lucky.”














