Michael M.
Yelp
I'd been out of town all week fixing the mistakes of people who think the world owes them a living, smoking to much, drinking to much, ingesting questionable substances from questionable people in questionable places for far to much money. I hadn't seen Nova in a week and I missed her. She was leaving the day after I got back for a few days to do her thing. I drove back home, sore, beaten, poorer then when I started but happy to be heading in her direction because seeing her reminds me of why I do what I do to begin with and makes its all worthwhile.
I'd heard of Ceviche Bar from Moonshine who had told me that we'd love it. Shine's idea of good food however is a double cheeseburger from B-Bops with fries and a side of mayo to dip it all in. His opinion doesn't exactly instill confidence in me. Neither of us wanted to cook so we decided to give it a shot for lunch.
This place has a very Southern Florida, Hemingwayesk vibe to it from the moment you walk in. Of course it didnt hurt that it was 80 degrees outside with a nice steady breeze blowing through.
We were greeted before we even stepped inside by what turned out to be one of the bartendars who was outside writing on the sidewalk sign...Fedora Fridays.
We sat at the bar as we always do when a bar is available. We do this not because we have anything against tables or booths but because sitting at the bar is always more fun...and informative. The bar is where all the cool people sit. You learn things sitting at the bar that your just not gonna learn from sitting at a table. Dark things, like the truth. No one knows the ins and outs, the ups and downs the eat this but don't eat that better then the bartender.
We started with bloody Mary's but (see comments about the bartender above) were asked if we wanted their Cuban version.
Rum instead of vodka
It was a good choice and she made them to our specific taste.
"How spicy do you want them"
"Just remind me that I'm still alive but don't kill me either"
They were delicious. 3 olives, a pickle, and a salted rim. What more could you possibly want.
I ordered the Cuban. Nova ordered the steak sandwich. Having spent a considerable amount of time in southern Florida, especially Miami and the Keys, I've had my share of Cuban sandwiches and to this point the best Cuban I'd ever had was at a place called Las Olas in South Beach. Maybe it's because of its proximity to my favorite place on earth or maybe it's just that good. The Cuban at Ceviche is different in 2 very noticeable ways. The first and visually the most notable is its not pressed flat like every other Cuban I have ever had. While this didn't bother me and it won't bother you either it doesn't look like a Cuban. However, one bite and your gonna notice the next, even more different take on the traditional Cuban sandwich. Every Cuban I've ever had has had sliced pork. What sets this one apart is the pork is shredded, no doubt slow roasted, exceptionally juicy and as tender as a mama is with her newborn. The pork makes this sandwich and in my mind elevates it to one of the best I've ever had.
The other thing that really impressed Nova and myself was Tanya, the owner who took the time to talk with us about her place, both Ceviche and the Black Sheep which is downstairs and an entirely different review as we did not visit it this time around.
They also sell cigars
Tanya, I have two words for you...
Vaca Frita
Next time we're going for dinner on a Friday. I've already got my fedora and I look amazing in it.
Well done Ceviche Bar