We went to bed... I woke up naked in a pile of dollars bills with 2 slices of half eaten pizza stuck to my chest. Perfect.
Worst license plate... ever.
Cafe Habana is one of my favorite spots to get some good eats in the city. They have these lethal drinks that aren't always on the menu called Moritos. Ask for one. Half mojito half margarita... walking out blindingly drunk at 1pm is not uncommon.
