Great Dumplings, Anyway

Yesterday's professional bra fitting did not go well.

The fitter was lovely, and she brought lots of things for me to try, but she quickly realized that I'm a lot more challenging to fit than, as she put it, "the average bear."

A highlight of our exchange:

The fitter: You've got a real conundrum.

Me: I've got two of them.

Just to give you a sense of how extreme the situation is, here's what she said in a follow-up e-mail to me this morning:

"I feel very badly that I wasn't able to be of help. It's not often that I can't even get close to a solution."

Not even close is right. Ugh.

Maybe my reality-show idea has some merit after all. . . .

On the positive side, we took a slight detour on the trip to check out Din Tai Fung, a Chinese/Shanghainese restaurant featuring "little pillows of perfection"—aka "luscious," "handmade" soup dumplings—according to Zagat.

You don't often see a Zagat review where the food rating (26) outstrips the price ($21), and I'd been hearing about this place ever since we arrived in LA, so we went.

And the dumplings were divine.

My own not-so-little pillows of imperfection?

I don't want to know what Zagat would say about them.