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| - Let me add something here. Cuba Cafe' has some seriously good Cuban food. There has been some migration of Cubans and Cuban-Americans from Florida, providing more choices in Cuban food to this growing metro area, and that's a good thing.
While I may stick to ropa vieja, my friend went with the vaca frita. Translated, "vaca frita" means "fried cow." That's not appealing, but then "ropa vieja" means "old clothes." I got to sample a forkful or two of that vaca frita and I would make it my first choice for lunch or dinner going forward.
The service by the main waiter/server was quick, spirited, and on point. There was some sharing of duties with someone who performed a host type function and took orders for drinks and any appetizers. We did order some croquetas. They never arrived. While I often use the expression "on intravenous demerol" for people who appear to be checked out, I'd say this individual, despite being very nice, had some "deer in the headlights" stuff going on instead. This turned out to be a fortuitous event. Between the main platter and some flan, we didn't have any room for those croquetas, despite how good they generally are.
My friend told me that another excursion to Cuba Cafe' was undertaken solo the following week. It was for the purpose of eating some of that vaca frita again. I think I might dream of that vaca frita tonight.
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