This week I am couch surfing in Chinatown. It will be a week of cheap dumplings, fruits and diet cokes (deli next door sells a bottle for $1.00 vs. $1.59+tax at Duane Reade).
The longer I live in New York City, the more I love Chinatown. It is unpretentious, it is not trying to be cool like wannabe FiDi (Financial District) and it is not cool like Soho where nobody cool actually hangs after the stores are closed. It is just Chinatown - the real neighborhood in Manhattan with its distinct smell and residents, maybe even the last "real" neighborhood in the city for me.
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