"Can you try to fit in?"
~ Thi to me, at the sinocentric Bubble tea shop.

"This is a great place!" says I in a genuine attempt to engage, "how did you guys find this place?"
A couple of confused looks. "You just kinda... know this place. If you're chinese."

Am I? I drink Starbucks' maple macchiatos in Kerrisdale.
Is that enough to nullify my cultural heritage and identity?