This is a tale of how a dirty Allston apartment, dumplings, and dive bars brought us together in a way that neither of us really expected. In 2017 T needed a roommate, I needed a room. T’s brother and my best friend, Nick did the math and blurted out prior to a Queen & Adam Lambert concert that “Matt, you should move into Hooker Street” (yes that’s a real place name) And so, after much back-and-forth via text I moved into Hooker Street. T and Ben Siwak both had pretty crazy schedules and I was trying to make friends the way I knew best: by cooking too much food for myself “accidentally” and knocking on doors to see who wanted some. Results were initially mixed, but much like time, steaming dumplings at your doorstep are undefeated.