Lou and I turned our cameo into a recon mission. Next time we’ll stay longer and do everything. Whoever came up with this name – Burger and Beer Joint – is a true poet in my book. A master communicator.
The older I get, the more I like hangin’ with old buds. Like Lou. And Miami didn’t know what hit it when we showed up, and it probably won’t be the same ever again.
Calle Ocho in Little Havana holds a unique, very bilingual charm expressed with smiles and laughter all around. We took local advice (always) and went to Versailles for the special, a Cuban Sandwich with Chorizo Sausage, and a side of plantain chips – Java got his to go en route to Domino Park, where we made friends with Larry, a veterano, who invited us to a game as his guest. Let’s just say it went very well for Larry, who was all smiles and invited us back “anytime”.