Today Becca and I decided to go on an adventure into Chinatown. The high points of which included:

- A visit to a dumpling house that resulted in a heated and prolonged battle between us, the chopsticks, and the dumplings. The fight raged on until there were dumplings flying across the table (literally), and the exasperated wait staff offered us additional utinsils. Oops.

-An in depth (and at times nausiating) tour of streetside produce and seafood markets, where we located a giant tub filled with oversized live bullfrogs.

-A search for high quality designer knockoffs that lead us into a hidden, underground storage room filled wall to wall with off center Gucci, Prada, and Channel labels. Although we came up empty handed, we felt pretty lucky that we managed to avoid forced labor in a massage parlor in Jersey City.

On the downside, we’re now stranded in an Asian themed Starbucks since the sky decided to open up, and I decided to leave my umbrella at home.