It was a date because I had planned it ahead of time; an adventure because no one speaks our language in the restaurant.
I had heard the breakfast special was decent food and excellent price in this expensive city so I employed the help of one of our Cuban girls. She wrote down what I wanted to order on a slip of paper ... in Spanish. :) Good success!
I knew Michael would want cafe` con leche, a strong Cuban coffee with frothy, warmed milk.
Ahhh- food is a universal language.
They also served us each a basket of delicious Cuban bread.
On the way home we had a rip-roaring, tropical downpour that produced much water in a matter of just a few minutes. Some streets were literal rivers, though carefully driving through them sounded more like waves at the beach, slapping up against our tires. The street, sidewalks, and beyond got a tropical bath.