The last time we hit the Funky Door, we went on a triple date, all of us mannerly and genteel, ordering entrées and keeping our forks to ourselves. This time, we were a posse of singles, adventurous and looking to share fondue. We split two pots: the cheesy Spinach Artichoke and the Fiesta (pepperjack amped up with Pacifico and tequila). For dessert, our pack turned nearly violent dunking our angel food croutons into the Bananas Foster fondue: creamy white chocolate, caramel, and chunks of ripe fruit. (6/13)