The universe is weird sometimes, like when you learn about these neat Cuban sandwiches and then while you're catching up on Dexter, you hear Jimmy Smits invite Michael C. Hall for some 'medianoches' down by the beach and you're like 'hey, I know what those are!' because you saw them on the menu at this cute little Cuban restaurant in Toronto that looks like an old timey diner with seafoam and chrome accents and red typeface everywhere and you sit at the bar with your friend who knows the staff because he likes it so much and they're all a bit quirky, like one guy has a panda tattooed on his forearm and the chick behind the bar has super kewt glasses and she tells you about how she loves tequila and once she tried this $1000 bottle made by New York lesbians and then she recommends the conch frituras (yes, you can listen to the sound of the ocean AND eat the stuff inside those big shells!), which are basically just tasty donut balls you dip in savoury mayo and also the broth from your coconut lime mussels and you're really enjoying washing it all down with some $7 pints of their house beer and then your grilled fish comes along with yummy pineapple salsa, tostones, beans, rice and purple cabbage slaw, and you do your best to finish it but your eyes were bigger than your stomach and now you're full as fuck but you def wanna come back to try the brunch.