Dad sat down and examined a fried gyoza on the tip of his chopsticks. These deep-fried delights had endured a twenty-minute car ride, so some sogginess was expected. But when he bit into one of the ends, the initial resounding crunch and the subsequent smaller ones made me want to add all the remaining crispy dumplings to my plate, but they were for Mom and Dad, not me. After he finished chewing and swallowing, he said, “Woweee, this is the best gyoza in town. I could eat these all day! Should we sit down? You
