@fastfinge@interfree.caAlso, as much as I hate to be the guy who makes everything about race, there's an important parable about white privilege here. We were a party of slightly buzzed and really hungry but well-meaning white dudes (the well-meaning ones are the worst kind!) who wandered into a space created by and for Chinese expats, yearning for the things we think of as Chinese food. Had I been less buzzed or less hungry, I could have made an argument that we shouldn't even be there. We ordered Molson Canadians all around, multiple things off the "Canadian" section of the menu, and one of us even had a stereotypical Canadian accent, eh? Yet, we felt welcome and like nobody was judging us. If a group of tipsy Chinese guys had wandered into a white space, hoping for...uh...beef wellington and Yorkshire pudding? I have no idea what other cultures think we eat...but I have a sneaking suspicion it might involve sweet and sour chicken balls with eggrolls and French fries. Anyway, would this party of hypothetical Chinese guys have been made as welcome in white spaces? Somehow, I doubt it.