Born on a side street. Built to feed a city.
ASF started as a half-joke and a real craving. We grew up loving the night-market hustle - the steam, the neon, the chase-the-flavor energy - and we wanted a room that felt like that, every night.
We don't do fusion. We don't do fine. We do fast, loud, generous food, made by people who eat like us.
Part of the 168 family.
ASF is the night-market chapter of 168, a small group of restaurants obsessed with hospitality that actually feels like hospitality.
Different rooms, same standards: real flavor, fair pricing, the kind of service that makes you want to come back tomorrow.
Loud food, made carefully.
Sauces house-made. Noodles hand-pulled where we can. Charcoal real. Shortcuts only where they help the food.
We change the menu when we find something better. Specials live and die on the same week. If a dish doesn't earn its plate, it's gone.
“If it isn't worth licking the bowl, it isn't worth serving.”
- The chef, probably