I always ask for chopsticks. It's unnecessary but somehow it vastly increases my enjoyment of a meal. Forks seem so fast (not that chopsticks aren't-- I've seen some amazing rice shuffling in Asia). Maybe they just bring back that summer. The qiezi and the mogu. All those lunch tables. The gong bao ji ding. My chopstick request has inspired the little boy across from me to ask for them. Before he was picking up ice cubes out of his glass with his fork. Now he's playing the drums with his chopsticks. The couple across from me just asked for them too. After its bootcamp last summer, my duzi (stomach) is ready for Chinese food again. I guess I'll have to wait until May for my baoziguan. I'll have to find a new "stick man" in Shanghai. I'm sure that won't be hard.