Your future husband is tall, dark and handsome. He’s a busy man who loves to eat and he knows the value of a dollar. At Malecon in Washington Heights, where orders are shouted into loudspeakers and tables for two are covered from corner to corner with giant platters of rice, beans, half-chickens, and sides of steaming yucca, there is plenty to go around and plenty for breakfast, lunch and dinner for at least the next three days. You take a sip of your papaya shake and decide to ask your future husband how the steak is here; you’ve never tried it. He appreciates a confident woman. You appreciate each other even more over coconut cake. Shake! Steak! Cake!