The HOchieS, X, and Alex were treated to dinner tonight at Cafe Habana thanks to Frass.
I just wrote that line, ate the food and still I cannot believe it happened. Har Har, just kidding Frass. H1 and I thank you kindly for dinner and really fun times.
After my body instinctively led me towards Chinatown, which is the story I will use instead of saying that we got a little bit lost looking for the place, we met Frass and X at the restaurant.
Despite hearing horror stories about the wait time to get in, we ended up having to wait only for 10 - 15 minutes.

During that time, we saw the City Golfer, or whatever he is called. I did not get a very clear shot of him for fear his celebrity would try to give Or 2 the paparrazi a beat down if he realised he was being photographed. I also did not get to see him tee any of his cans into the gutters, much to my sadness.
After hearing more horror stories about space issues at Cafe Habana, I found it not all that horrid. Then again, I did not have to sit on a little ass chair out in the middle of traffic as Frass did. =)

Being the lushes that X and Alex are, they got drinks of the half mojito and half margarita kind. If anyone asks, Frass and I are not lushes; we just enjoy fruity drinks such as mango and guava margaritas. Frass, however, likes those fruity drinks more than I as proven by his yacht adventures and his M&M representation.
For dinner, I had a non-meat dish.
What?
Yeah, I wrote that, ate it and still don't quite understand what happened.
I have to say though, it was pretty good. I enjoyed my corn meal "boat" stuffed with goat cheese and sun-dried tomatoes.

Frass got a shrimp dish, which was decent.

H1 got some good mushrooms on her pork but the pork itself was not fabulous because it wasn't seasoned.
X had the monk fish which was more skin that fish and Alex had the garlic chicken which was rather disappointing.
Of course, we could not not go there and not have the corn that everyone raves about on online reviews. I'm not a huge fan of corn but if you smother anything in cheese and butter, by law it has to be good.
H1 and I are planning to recreate it.

Being that we were in the neighbourhood, we decided to get desserts at the San Gennaro Festival. In all my years being in NYC, I've been to it probably once and not for a long period of time either.

Last night was no different, as we did not stay for very long but it was one of the most relaxing, enjoyable nights I've had in a while as we hunted for eats. Just because our bellies were full, did not mean they'd be full tomorrow, so we trekked through and amongst looking at jewelery, African masks, dolls' dresses that we tried to outfit X in, a winning side of the Festival versus the losers' side and a not-so crowded street, we found dessert of zeppoles and a breakfast empanada.

H1, X and Frass also got pomodoro vodka slices for eats, which H1 and I planned for breakkie. It was great times, as was the empanada.
What I should have done though, was gotten some spinning cage meat too...

Curses!
It makes me sad that I feel our city's falling apart. Last night just added to my already non-smug knowledge that it's one of the greatest cities in the world (uh, not that I've been to many...) but it certainly is well-loved by the HOchieS.
Memorable Quotes of the Evening:
Alex: I didn't know MC was big on pro-life.
H1: I'll tell you what MC is big on...MC's big on being an ASS!
Frass: We seem to be hatin' on MC today.
H1 and Or 2: Oh no, we hate on him every day.
Alex, on my purchasing an empanada: Get foil! GET FOIL!!!! She has foil! Get foiiilllll!!!!
H1: Okay, so we have a choice here... Zeppoles from Mexicans or Indians, which stall do we go to?
Or 2: Indians, they can fry dough like nobody's buisness.
We eventually found what we assume to be an Italian woman because if you're wearing an Italian Flag hat, then you MUST be Italian!!!!
However, she did not do a good job of coating our zeppoles with sugar, and we should have just gone to the Indians!
Alex: Coke and fuck, coke and fuck. ::with zeppole powdered sugar all over her face:: nyum yum yum.
H1: Coke, huh Alex?
Alex: Heh, I'm covered in cocaIEne!
and Later,
X: You too! Look at you! You're covered in cocaIene!
Or 2: Good lord, I guess I should get it off my bag.