046: twisted tongue

If you've read my blog for a while, you can tell which meals I feel good about and which I just wanna post and get out of the way, so as not to feel sneaky. Which is how I felt about 90% of the dinners I ate in Cuba. This post is more just to display the lack of culinary diversity, not exemplary vs. poor technique. I also feel need for a disclaimer: most of this is hotel food, and while I'd rather eat in people's homes, this was usually the only option. More interesting grub will follow.

roast chicken is the easiest thing for a tourist to order but it was fine and moist enough.


this meal was a long time coming. the bus carrying our luggage had to overcome some obstacles getting to the hotel, but after that, we had a buffet feast with wine. two types of rice was good. the thing on the right that resembles potato salad with gratuitous noodles, however, was not.


turkey, rice&beans and mashed yucca with a glass of cristal: Christmas Dinner


a salad of cabbage, cukes and beets


this huge meal was Xmas day lunch: turkey, cukes, cristal, chips and rice& beans that was apparently shaped with a mold. sweet. ate this overlooking a gorgeous swimming hole.


happy people swimming


this was a bizarre one. our gorgeous hotel in Soroa had an outdoor grill, where I got this shrimp & olive shish kebab (could there be a more perfect skewer for me?). the flaccid mass of pasta on the bottom left was a Cuban interpretation of canneloni: the interior was rice, beans, peas, bits of carrots. truly bizarre. as I was in the land of ham and cheese, cold cuts were obtained along with pickles and more olives. ha. you can tell a lot about someone by what they eat at a buffet (our lovely bus driver Jose filled his plate with grapefruit, pineapple, bananas and nut bars) and based on these findings, I will cease to have a readership.


grilled fish at a sports bar in Havana. meh. I suspect it was dredged in salt.


one of our last dinners: turkey with cabbage and domed rice&beans.
Earlier in the month, my mom had a bit of a row with the manager of the restaurant and as a result, he dispensed filthy cutlery to me. truly hurt and grossed out, I approached him and demanded why my spoon was "Con Queso". he was overcome with laughter and didn't start anymore shit with us after that.


one last night of Cuban beer.

Bucanero!