Bat Sh*t Crazy Good

Its official. It doesn’t matter the time nor the place… nor the age of the man involved..

I have a sign on my forehead… a look about me… something that draws out the weirdest of the weird, the dumbest of the dumb…

The worst lines ever. Or statements. Or questions. It never fails and I don’t know just what it is. Perhaps I need a new perfume? A new hair color or style.

Cue Mr. 6’4 baby blues from last weekend. A seemingly normal conversation, an actual normal offer to buy a drink…

Yet inevitably here it comes… “Can I ask you a question?” Mr. 6’4 wonders. Though I can feel it coming I let him ask his question.

“You are beautiful and seem to have your life together, but you’re 28 and single, are you bat shit crazy?” asks Mr. 6’4….

And cue my exit.

You know what really is bat shit crazy? And I mean bat shit crazy good?

Cuban food. In Minneapolis.

Yes, in Minneapolis.

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 Victor’s 1959 Café. Have you been?

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Hello Bistec Encebollado. I ate the entire thing. In front of my work team. No shame.

The only time the phrase, Bat Shit Crazy, should be used, is to describe how good this food is.

What new restaurant have you checked out lately?

Cravings: Cuban Style

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.

When I think of this city, Cuban is the last thing that comes to mind, but strangely enough, Friend and I had the same Friday night craving.  So off to Cubanitas we went.

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.

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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.

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Even the walls seem to exude warmth, and the family portrait style feels comforting.

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We split the shrimp in garlic sauce with yellow rice.

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Fried Plantains.  Creamy sweet perfection.

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Cuban style guacamole with crispy plantain chips. Hmm salty goodness.  We will be back.

Where is your favorite Cuban restaurant?

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