Flushing, Queens, is the last stop of the seven train. It is also the most "exotic" neighborhood in New York City. It is the real Chinatown. But this is only according to the white people who live in Brooklyn. Flushing, Queens has ginger tea with honey and bubble drinks, it has Vietnamese food and seaweed snacks of all kinds. It has Chinese karaoke bars open until eleven am of the next day. It has Chinese ice cream trucks. It does not require it's neighbors to speak in English. It is crowded and it never sleeps, but Frank Sinatra would never have sung about Flushing. It is Love going to the Disco. It is home, somehow and magically, Flushing is home.