One of the city’s best chefs recently described the BBQ chicken bones at Chinatown veteran Mr Hong’s as being ‘the best £2 you can spend on food in Manchester’. That’s a bold claim. Perhaps even a challenge.
“Oh, and make sure you get the blue menu,” the chef added, conspiratorially. “They might fob you off with the red one.” And indeed, the moment me and my very nearly 15-year-old lad wander up the stairs, we’re promptly handed the red menus, like a pair of novices.
“Erm, could we have the blue ones?” They’re swapped over without a batted eyelid, but already, we feel like we’re in the inner circle. The club. We mean business.
