On the lam from the firework incident, they spotted a Dunkin' Donuts and popped in for a quick treat. (Make sure to take note that Fatty's making the exact same "Fatty's excited face" in four pictures in a row. Hahaha).
After getting Charlie situated at my house, Grant, Fatty and I suddenly got hit by "The Crave" (and uncontrollable lust for thin, onion-steamed, definitely not Grade-A beef patties). So we hopped a cab (yes, we actually took a cab) from the East Village up to 33rd and 5th Ave to go to White Castle.