Friday night and its time for Cuban. After last Friday’s meh so-so fish fry, Friend and I needed a meal redemption. Something delicious, warm and 100% better than that fish. ugh.
Cuban food for me conjures up a fusion of flavors and transports me to some hole in the wall place in Florida; where the music is flowing and the patrons are laughing, dancing and feasting.
Well Friday night, I think we left the Midwest behind for a couple hours. You walk in and are greeted with pumping music, warmth and loud conversations. Probably fueled by the scrumptious mojitos! Hello Mojito Month! The place was packed and we snagged the last open two top by the windows. A table by the windows gave us a great view of those who also forgot they were in the Midwest for the moment. (Those who think 35 degrees is spring. You know tank top and shorts weather? I counted at least three women in shorts, not even sporting a winter coat.)
You know a place is good, when not only is it packed, but you run into multiple Friends who apparently had the same Friday night craving.
Even the walls seem to exude warmth, and the family portrait style feels comforting.
We split the shrimp in garlic sauce with yellow rice.
Fried Plantains. Creamy sweet perfection.
Cuban style guacamole with crispy plantain chips. Hmm salty goodness. We will be back.
Where is your favorite Cuban restaurant?