The tailor's shop was easy to miss, nestled as it was inside a warren of stalls hawking cheap electronics and cheaper souvenirs. We had walked past it twice while wandering Nathan Road, dodging South Asian touts whispering offers of knock off watches and grey market goods.
Asian tailors have long had this reputation for being able to craft bespoke suits at reasonable prices, and Hong Kong tailors have been known as the oldest and best of the breed. Some tailors have websites and setup overseas trips where they'll come to the US and work out of a hotel room to take orders and measurements then ship you the finished product. This guy wasn't like any of that. He didn't have a website, and his shop didn't have any tawdry signs promising fast, convenient service. It didn't have a bunch of mannequins or photographs of past customers. He worked entirely through word of mouth, letting the clothes of his past customers speak for themselves. Old school to the core.