I wish I had some fascinating story to tell about China that would explain my love and connection to it. In reality, the closest I ever got was laying half delusional from a 42 hour flight in the grass outside a Beijing airport. However, I still find myself bargaining with real-estate agents for even a possibility that they can find me a place in the city above a Chinese noodle shop. The heart wants what it wants. And I’m absolutely not to proud to say that while I love authentic Chinese dishes, I am also a big fan of the…