The collective computer jones caught up with M. and me, so his cousin has brought us to a wi-fi connected Starbucks.

There is much to much crazy to report. I’ve been eating for days straight. Apparently, large Chinese families are nine times bigger than large Irish Catholic families.

I seemed to have passed the inspection and conspiratorial chatting in a Chinese dialect I could never hope to understand of assorted aunts and one mother. They seem to like me well enough in the company of the returning prodigal prince.

Goddamnit though, the food here is totally amazing. All of the aunts and mom have been cooking madly and nothing at all has caused a polite smile and discrete drop into a napkin. Everything is great. Weird.

Food is apparently a national pastime.