April 26, 2007
A couple of dancers, professionals, started to perform in front of the band and after a dance or two, the performance broke as they brought round the hat. We’re wise to this by now, so throw in a bit of coinage and the entertainers depart, not necessarily happy but at least they’re out of our hair.
The pudding arrives, a fairly ordinary scoop of chocolate ice cream on a bed of uninspiring and indistinguishable fruit. We soon finish it off, the ice-cream is very rich, and as we sit back enjoying the ambience, a women pokes her hand through the open window and attempts to sell us a tube of peanuts. I think she tells me its good for the brain but I insist that I’ve already eaten too much and don’t want ‘brain food’ at this time of night. She departs, chattering some kind of Spanish obscenity as she goes.
A strong cup of coffee, a large measure of Cuban rum, and we’re ready for off but our waiter is in a world of his own and it proves very difficult to catch his attention for the bill. All in all, a pleasant night out!
From journal Eating in Cuba