Chinatown

A family story:  When Isaac was seven he came downstairs one night crying.  We asked him what was wrong and he said some things and then said, "And you will never take me to China!"  Mike and I busted out laughing because it was so random and weird that he would say that.  It only made him cry harder and our laughing seemed to be proof that we didn't love him enough because we weren't ever going to take him to China.  

We tease him about it every so often and sometimes he'll say, "See, I knew you didn't love me.  I still haven't been taken to China."  We probably won't take him to China but we do actually love him a lot.  For his birthday in July we were going to take him to Chinatown, the best we will probably get to taking him to China, but it was a yucky hot day and Isaac decided he'd rather wait until it wasn't so hot and miserable and chose the Cup-o-Ramen museum instead.  

Over the break we were finally able to make Chinatown happen.  I loved it.  We mostly just walked the streets and then we got some steamed buns with different flavors (hot meatball was the favorite surprisingly).  We also ended up having dinner at an all you can eat Chinese place.  It wasn't a buffet though.  You'd order your plate and then just keep ordering more things to try.  The portions were not American sizes so we were able to try lots of things and it was delicious.  We all agreed that we like Chinese food way better than Japanese food.  

Unfortunately, Isaac wasn't feeling great and his ankle is still hurting him from his injury in July so by the time we got to the Chinese restaurant he wanted to go home.  He didn't eat anything.  We did get him a boba drink on the way back to the van.