This year was on the small side, I think, and we spent the first leg inside with the pizza (Jonathan and I had eggrolls) and enough people left after the one round trip that we decided to organize for a dinner mission instead. The concensus was to go to a kosher, vegetarian Indian place called Madras Cafe.
We took over the back of a bus and sang, to the delight of the lady who happened to sit with us and thought we were a folk group.
The restaurant had less than ideal service - one person never got his second dish, for example, and we had to nag for drinks - but the food was amazing. I tasted a lot of what people had, and all of it was good. Since I hadn't had pizza and only one eggroll, I was hungry. I ordered mulligatawny soup - theirs was lemony, and subtly spicy - and saag panir, or spinach and cheese. I figured high in protein and low carb. Very yummy.
We then shared a cab home with an interesting person - she hangs out with fans, plays games with fans, treats us to dinner (we actually paid, but it was optional) and even dates/marries fannish men - she likes us. But she's NOT a fan. She doesn't read or watch or whatever any of our interests, she doesn't have the mindset or the problems of fitting in general society that most fen (and I do include myself here - I had to learn how to dress and talk to non-fen. It was an effort for both those things) face.
Lovely evening, all told.