We couldn't decide on dinner last night - I was hungry, mostly, for food - you know, the edible stuff that you eat when you sit down to a meal. That was about as specific as I could get. We drove down by the Art of Pizza in the Crossroads and it still wasn't open, so we kept going until we got to Westport. I said "Hey - there's that Cuban place," and as the words escaped my lips my husband pulled the car into the parking space right in front. Easy parking spaces can be a hell of a decision maker.
Fortunately, welcoming people who are eager to have you sample their foods also make decisions easy. The lovely young lady behind the counter, in between chatting in Spanish with the rest of the restaurant's patrons, scooped us up little cups of the homestyle Cuban dishes behind the counter to taste. It was all good. We ordered a Cubano Especial sandwich (ham, pork, pickles, cheese and mustard pressed between thick french loaf-style bread until it was super thin and crisp) and a dinner plate with a tender shredded beef, a spoonful of yucca, a huge helping of a delicious bean and rice dish called arroz congris, and a side of tostones (fried plantains). They have fresh fruit smoothies (just fruit and ice) with mango, guava and other fruits, and delicious Cuban pastries. It's really tasty food served by smiling faces - and it's way easier to get parking in Westport than to travel to Cuba anyway.