I may not be quite the intrepid foodie I thought I was. Just got back from a quick lunch with M., also a food writer, at San Francisco's only Cuban café-cum-coffee shop, Café lo Cubano. And I didn't have a single cuppa Joe.
Not a cafecito (a shot of espresso mixed with a teaspoonful of sugar), not a café con leche (a cafecito dumped into a glass of steamed milk), not even a cortadito (cafecito plus a tablespoon or two of steamed milk) passed by these lips.
You see, I do not drink caffeine. But I did have a great pineapple-mango agua fresca and a smoky-sweet pressed Cuban sandwich (braised pork wrapped in thin slices of ham and jack cheese, smeared with jalapeno remoulade). We sat outside to enjoy the sun (and were found an hour later with icicles hanging from our noses, looking wistfully inside at the cherry red sofa and honey-colored Eames chairs.) I think the Cuban music humming on the stereo kept us from freezing to death.
Come to think of it, that death-defying stunt may have replenished my supply of intrepitude!
Café lo Cubano, San Francisco, 3401 California Street, 415-831-4672
hey missy food musings - looking forward to lots of expresso martini's next weekend with you and mr FM.
no caffeine eh!
we'll see about that.
Posted by: mark | May 01, 2005 at 04:35 AM