Worst dumpling of the month: some kind of pig donut, served in the night market in Beijing. With piss weak beer.
Least meaty dumpling of the month: some weird green stuff dumpling fried by a street hawker. They are great chaps, the yellers at the night market; they just holler and whine until you look at them, and then they give you the chance to buy dumplings (hurrah). While they are cooking them, they shout “Doggy!” at you, and laugh.