Eighteen people showed up for Don’s birthday dim sum lunch in Toronto’s downtown Chinatown. So there were two tables of people at the restaurant, going back years to former SF cons and employers long gone. It was nice to get together and the food, traditionally served Chinese tidbits, was delicious. The restaurant was noisy and crowded, but by the end of lunch hour, a few tables had emptied. After lunch, about half of us streamed to a cafe near the art gallery for expresso, which gave us a chance to socialize with the other half of the guests. I got myself added to the e-mail list for monthly dim sum. Then we went our separate ways.