Marilyn MC
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3/24/25——Another Cuban restaurant! Today is my little sister’s birthday, and since she keeps saying she wants to marry a Christian Cuban man, I thought—why not help her dream come true, at least halfway? So, I celebrated her birthday at a Cuban restaurant.
I took a Lyft from my hotel. It was about 15 minutes with no traffic, which in Florida feels like winning the lottery. When I arrived, I was happy to see it was a regular Cuban place—the kind I like. No fancy lights, no Instagram traps—just good food and strong coffee.
As I walked in, I had a weird flashback. I thought, “Wait, have I been here before?” I checked my Google Maps reviews like a detective, but nope, no trace. Guess I haven’t. I chose a seat at the last row of tables, you know, the kind of seat where the wise people sit—close to the exit and far from drama.
At the entrance, there was a table covered in business cards, flyers, and some random things. I always dig through those—I treat it like a treasure hunt. I grabbed a local magazine and took my seat. Then came Victoria, my server.
I started with two croquetas and some spicy sauce—not because I’m sick, but because I’ve been stuffed up. Hot sauce opens my sinuses and my soul. For the main dish, I ordered Perico-style huevos revueltos with three salchichas and tostadas. Yes, I was hungry and a little dramatic. For takeout, I got tres leches, bread pudding, a pineapple Jarrito, and coffee. Priorities.
The coffee here? Amazing. Cuban coffee is not just a drink—it’s a lifestyle. Victoria and I chatted a bit, and I found out she’s from Mexico. Super sweet and very kind. Honestly, she made the whole meal feel like a visit to a cousin’s house.
Moral of the story: celebrate birthdays with food, dreams, and a little hot sauce. You never know what you’ll discover—maybe even a Cuban husband for my sister . But for now, just croquetas.