I'm meeting Freaky Flier armed with all of these bits of knowledge and imagining us wandering up and down York Street aimlessly. We needn't have worried, the number is clearly signposted and bouncer and the bike tell us that we are at the right place. We head downstairs where we hear music and smell the incense. Walking through the rather plain area outside which is a suit shop, it's like transitioning from black and white to colour. Like a speakeasy, Uncle Ming's is packed and there's an altar to Uncle Ming shrouded by two red lights in the shape of woks. A wall has posters of Chinese retro glamour girls. And if you look closely, there are subtle drawings of Chinese erotica on the walls. The sinks in the bathrooms are made out of painted woks-you get my drift...it's themed!