Cuban Revolution

...was this afternoon. It was the first time I had been since they moved. Sure, it lost the grungy chic, but it gained so much room. Call me a capitalist pig if you will, but I like being able to exit a restaurant without elbowing a whole bar’s worth of people in the head.

... it had changed locations, from Washington St. to around the corner on Aborn St. I also changed atmosphere. It traded in its grungy chic for something more evocative of pre-revolutionary Havana. The sandwiches are still tasty, but I can’t imagine the Comandante would approve.