The other night found Carlos, Ashley and me at Habana Cuba for a much anticipated Cuban dinner. We arrived around 8pm on a Saturday night with no reservation. We waited about 10 minutes for a table. The dining room is bright, a little on the noisy side with Cuban music playing in the background and prints of Cuba on the walls. Romantic dinner restaurant this is not.
Our server came and introduced herself. We ordered a pitcher of their homemade Sangria and an appetizer of croquets. No menu description, just croquets. We'll take a chance.
While we were waiting for our drinks and appetizer we were brought a basket of dinner rolls. No water, just rolls. Our drinks arrived, glasses of Sangria all around. It's a beautiful deep burgandy with bits of fruit floating in it. Ashley takes a sip, makes a face. I take a sip, uh-oh. It tastes like cheap wine with grape juice added. Just then our croquets arrive and our server takes our order.
All entres are served with your choice of fried plantains, yucca (steamed or fried) or black beans, soup or salad. Carlos orders Zarzuela de Mariscos. Mixed seafood in a light tomato sauce served with boiled white rice and plantains, Ashley decided on the evening's special: Camarones al Ajilo, prawns sauted in a garlic sauce and olive oil with boiled white rice and fried yucca (cactus root). I ordered the Arroz con Calamares (rice and squid) "cooked in it's own juice with onion, green olive and green bell pepper" the menu stated. I also ordered fried yucca.
We all dig into the croquets. They are deep fried and served with lime wedges and salsa. I squeeze a little lime on mine, take a bite, pasty and bland. Maybe a little salsa will help I think to myself. Nope, the salsa tastes like it's from a jar. We are not off to a good start.
Forty minutes later we are still waiting for our salads. Meanwhile two tables seated after us have been served. Ashley catches the server's eye. "Um.." She gestures at our still empty table. "Your dinners will still be a few more minutes" says our server. "No, no" Ashley says "our salads..."
Our entrees finally arrive. My calamari looks and smells delicious. The calamari is quite good with a meaty texture, not rubbery at all. Unfortunately the whole dish tastes like a green olive and not a green bell pepper to be found. For some reason there are green peas scattered throughout the dish. Still, I enjoyed it. I happen to like green olives. I was also served steamed yucca instead of the fried I had ordered. These were served with a heaping mound of chopped garlic. Oh well. I never minded a food adventure. Steamed yucca is similar to a boiled potato, bland and sticky.
Carlos' Zarzuela came with huge crab claws, a generous portion of sea bass, prawns, lobster and a single clam that didn't open during cooking. (This should have been discarded and replaced in the kitchen.) He said it was good but really wished he could have tasted the clam.
Ashley enjoyed the garlic sauce but said her prawns were rubbery, cooked too long. "The boiled rice is perfect though, just like we do it in the South" she said. She also enjoyed the fried plantains. I reached over and tried one of her fried yucca. They are good, just like french fries.
Ashley and I are dying to know what's in the Sangria. Ashley firmly believes it's wine from a box. Carlos had a different theory: You know all those bottles they have to open to serve just one glass? Okay, so we asked one of the bussers. Wine, orange juice, lemonade, sprite and canned fruit. Canned fruit? We decided to skip dessert.