Ah Tong Tailor

Refurbishing a Shop House in George Town, Penang

After Contractor C’s disappearance we took a deep breath and considered our options. We had few. We knew several folks in George Town who had gone through, or were in the process of, a refurbishment/renovation. None of them had many kind things to say about their contractors. For a while we considered hiring one known for his excellent work …. and also for disappearing for weeks at a time, multiple times, in the middle of a job. If you watch him very carefully and keep a tight reign on the money (ie., keep him tethered to the job by doling out payments in tiny increments) you might be able to make it work, a couple of people advised us. The fact that we mulled this over for more than one minute indicates that we were edging towards desperation.

But it was desperation at a low level. Sure, we wanted to get going on our house so that we could finish it and move in. Yes, we didn’t relish the thought of paying rent and a mortgage indefinitely. But after a month or so we entered a sort of “let it be” mindset similar to that which we’d experienced after our first offer on a George Town property had fallen through. The rent-mortgage load wasn’t killing us, yet. If it was meant to happen it would happen. And if it didn’t … well, absolute worst case scenario we would (with regrets) sell Ah Tong Tailor and move on.

Then, about two or three months after Contractor C absconded with our plans, a friend of a friend referred us to a contractor his family had been using for additions/renovations/odd jobs for over two decades. This was good — a personal connection, weight to bring to bear if need be. Dave telephoned Contractor T and we made an appointment to meet at the shop house in January of 2011.

We met underneath the Ah Tong Tailor sign board late on a Sunday afternoon. What Dave and I saw: a wiry Chinese Malaysian man with a crooked smile, a shock of gray hair and a tape measure clamped to the waist band of his blue jeans. What he probably saw: two foreigners dumb enough to pay more for a dilapidated inner city property than any seasoned Chinese Malaysian man ever would. Before we walked inside Contractor T sized us up, and I guess we looked pretty green. But we liked him right away. Maybe we were just overly hopeful, but we liked that he wasn’t slick, wasn’t polished. He looked like he worked for a living. His English was just OK, but he could say all he needed to say about building. He was direct. Everything about Contractor T said “No B.S.”

Contractor C (on the right): slick, polished

Contractor T: a guy who gets his hands dirty

Once inside the house we handed Contractor T the list, minus quotations, drawn up by Contractor C. We walked around and he looked and looked, moving his hands over walls and poking at rotten wood. Right away he began to find problems with the first quote.

“You’ll have to replace many beams. Look at the holes. The wood is rotten and that’s the house’s support.”

“Look at cracks on this concrete pillar and the cross beam. It means the extension upstairs can’t support a new bathroom. You’ll need to knock it down and rebuild it.”

“Better just knock down the outhouse and build a new one. You can’t just knock down the wall separating toilet and shower because the rest won’t hold.”

“The doors are good but alot of the wood in the room partitions is rotten.”

“The boils go only halfway up the wall but if you don’t replaster the whole thing it will just continue. Better take it all off and clean the bricks and plaster floor to ceiling.”

“I think maybe you need to replace 3/4 of the ceiling upstairs. We can try to patch the roof but no guarantee. Maybe a whole new roof.”

When we’d done the walk-through with Contractor C he’d answered “No problem” every time we asked “Can you do this? Can we change that?” At the time that was comforting. But now, as Contractor T pointed out Ah Tong Tailor’s tiny-to-the-unschooled-eye but critical structural issues it started to seem that Contractor C was probably the kind of guy who quoted low to get a job, rushed it, collected his money, and walked away. If there was hard truth to be swallowed we wanted it fed to us before we got started on the refurbishment — not after we’d moved in, and all of the problems we should have taken care of in the first place surfaced one after another like pimples.

Another thing we liked about Contractor T: his obvious appreciation for old stuff. We didn’t know it at the time, but he collects old wood, old metal, old fans, old cabinet pulls, old Anything to Do With Buildings, and keeps it all on his property. He sells the stuff of course, and he uses it in jobs that he works. The man has an appreciation for the way things were made back whenever. And as we walked through the house he demonstrated this by knocking on the heavy timber door with its thick sliding bolt that separated what would be the master bedroom from the bathroom, and nodding when we said that we wanted to keep it unfinished. We wanted to reuse as much timber as possible, and that didn’t seem like a foreign concept to Contractor T. We said that we would keep Ah Tong’s signage, and he smiled a little bit. This made us feel that we wouldn’t be fighting every step of the way to retain as much of Ah Tong Tailor’s history as we could, while turning the shop house into a useable, liveable space.

Contractor C had said he could complete the job in 6 months. “Oh no. Eight to twelve months at least,” said Contractor T, who would be paid by the job, not by the hour. And he was busy with another job, so couldn’t start on ours until June 2011. We were now looking at moving into the house not later that same year, but in the second half of 2012.

A week later Contractor T had his daughter email us a quote (the man doesn’t do email). We met him once more at the house to make some changes and additions. It ended up being 2/3 more than Contractor C’s quote — mostly because of additional structural work. A month later we shook on it.

In September of 2011, one year after we’d taken possession of the property, we handed the keys to Contractor T. We’d already unearthed and carted home a few keepsakes, so we told him to go ahead and clean out everything that was left: beaten-down furniture, the old kitchen sink, pots and pans, broken plates and chipped glasses and other odds and ends. A few days later we stopped by the house to see what it looked like empty. Contractor T and his crew had moved in saws and a worktable; there was paint-speckled metal scaffolding propped against the walls.

And there was one small object that Contractor T had found, and saved.

Hung from an old nail near the front of the house was a handmade dart board he had found tucked into a storage area under the shop house’s eaves. A square of wood painted dark sea foam, wire strung in a crosshatch between 84 nails edging a dirty paper square. A strip of yellow with Chinese characters that say something like “does not count if you break the wire.” (Thanks to commenter Albert for that translation.) The board is pocked with hundreds of dart holes; we imagine the tailor made good use of it between customers.

Dave and I had confidence about Contractor T going in. But perhaps more than anything else, seeing that dart board hanging on our wall assured us that yes, we were all on the same page. We know that Contractor C would have chucked that old piece of wood out without a second thought. Contractor T gave it pride of place in what would be its new home.

As work on our shop house has progressed over the last thirteen months that dart board has been cleaned and dusted and carefully moved from the front to the back of the house, from the ground floor to the first floor and back downstairs again. Whenever our refurbishment enters a new phase Dave and I walk into the house and look for the dart board. And when we find it, we imagine where we’ll hang it when Ah Tong Tailor is home.

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21 Responses to “The Contractor and the Dart Board”

  1. Kavey

    Now it seems like serendipity that Contractor C walked out, so that you could come to find Contractor T, who seems so much better a fit for you both. Can’t wait to see how the house evolves. Enjoying following along.

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    • robyneckhardt

      Yep, we’re lucky Contractor C disappeared. Contractor T has proven to be even better than the dart board suggested. Thanks for reading, Kavey.

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  2. Albert

    I think it says ‘it does not count if you break the wire’.

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  3. robyneckhardt

    Thanks Albert. I was too lazy to get out my complicated character dictionary. (Seems to me breaking a wire should earn extra points but….)

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  4. Pamela Timms

    I’m so rooting for you guys with this project. Ours here is so delicate at the moment, I daren’t even blog about it!

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    • robyneckhardt

      Thanks Pamela! Spoiler alert — it’s gone wonderfully and we’ll probably be in there in a couple months. Fingers crossed for whatever you’ve got going on your end.

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  5. Kristina

    Everything happens for a reason, right? I remember being devastated after being out-bid on two houses when we were trying to buy. Then we found the house we ended up buying and it’s so perfect for us I’m thankful we lost the other two which pale in comparison.
    Keep it coming. I love following along and seeing the changes.

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    • robyneckhardt

      Thanks Kristina, for reading! Ugh, whatever we’ve gone through here pales in comparison to the hell we went through buying a house in CA in 1999. Glad to hear it worked out for you!

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  6. Ele

    Wonderful post, Robyn. And Dave’s photographs are – as usual – beautifully evocative. That dartboard is precious on so many levels. I admit, I was thrilled to read that you plan to keep Ah Tong’s signage. All the best to you in the last miles of this journey. The destination promises to be beautiful indeed.

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  7. John Knight

    I just happened on to this blog and I am happy I did! My wife and I have renovated 5 houses, two in Europe but never in Asia, so we understand the gamut of emotions. We had a similar contractor experience in France with an expat riping off other expats. Something smelled and our good luck got us turned on to a local French contractor who understood the local architecture and construction. His quote was for the entire job, it took almost a year and we paid exactly the amount he quoted.
    Best of luck to you!

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  8. Melicia

    Your experience reminds me that years ago I saw a little disheveled storefront in a tiny upstate NY town. Being a chef, I knew it could magically be transformed into a charming little bistro. We also found the right contractor, someone with a love and appreciation of old buildings. We are friends to this day, way beyond the life of the restaurant.

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  9. Elizabeth

    I love how serendipitous your relationship with your wonderful contractor turned out to be. You know you have found the right person for the job, when they save exactly the right things, stick to the agreed upon budget and schedule and you feel pretty good when you start to be able to trust in their work decisions. I’m so looking forward to seeing more photos of your place, once you have moved in and are living in it. Congratulations on this awesome project!!!

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  10. dda

    I thought it was too bad you didn’t update the blog. I just passed today your house — you guys were in, I think. It is indeed beautiful. I love the result.

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  11. oxy

    Is it Ah Tong Tailor or Tong Ah Tailor? Old chinese signboard in Malaysia is usually read from the right to the left. It is the same with old chinese text in books unlike English text which are read from left to right. Tong Ah together means East Asia while Ah Tong have no meanings. Just something to ponder about.

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    • The Grouch (@TheGrouchHK)

      Signs can be read left to right or right to left. In Penang, within 100 meters, you can see both styles, right next to each other. Then of course there’s the vertical style, which leaves little ambiguity. Here’s a photo of the finished rumah kedai, with the vertical sign, 亞東洋服.

      http://twitpic.com/dqs7dk

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  12. Pinky

    I think I am definitely putting this in my bucket list: To retire in a refurbished old house/shoplot. Your blog will be a good guide for me to plan mine in the near(?)/far(?) future..

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  14. RS

    Hi there. Just happen to come across this website while searching for a trustworthy contractor. How’s the project going on? Hopefully everything goes well with Contractor T. On the side note, just wondering whether you could share the contact of this conctractor T if his work lives up to the expectation. Thanks,

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