We affectionately call it dollar dumps, no longer. They are now charging $1.25 for five. It is my favorite, not just because it is close, but because I like the late in the day, charred on the flat end dumplings. The woman dealing them is the meanest woman in Chinatown, and god forbid you pay with change. I always have wished, like the Seinfeld episode at the Korean nail salon, to bring a native speaker to know what she is actually saying as she counts quarters. And she always counts. And most times, always when I pay in quarters, grunts in the direction of the plastic bags and utensils when I tell her it is a to go order.