Walking into The Canal Club is like falling into a modern Cuban dream, and I never want to leave.
But I did, because I'm sure they would've accused me of squatting at some point. I mean, I'm not Tom Hanks and this isn't the movie Airport. Oh, wait, that movie was apparently called The Terminal. What?! Really? I could've sworn it was Airport. Maybe I switched places with another dimension's Morgan? I walked into this swanky bar, and boom, everything I know is just slightly wrong.
Whatever, the Cuban sandwiches are the same. Or are they?
Take your hot date or your old friend, and let your minds wander together. You can get lost in projections of old Latin films while pretending you're on vacation and living in an alternative reality. One where you don't have to work tomorrow. You're welcome.
¡Buen viaje!