Sweating it out

“That one!,” a German exclaimed as he pointed at me from across a table at the HofbrÀuhaus, “He’s from Chinatown!” Though I’ve kind of come to expect this sort of outburst at certain functions here, in this context his statement wasn’t entirely untrue: a few weeks earlier, I had just returned from a trip to a city that indeed had a Chinatown.

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Sweating it out