Anything that flew in the sky or bounced across the sand wearing wings was a “duck” to Henry, including crows and parasailers. Henry crawled towards one crow after another, but they flew away just before he reached them.
We also ate Cuban food at a cafe in the community center of a trailer park. Jonny searched Yelp for Cuban restaurants in the Ft. Lauderdale beach area, and that’s where his GPS led us. It was actually a good, mom and pop ethnic restaurant. I enjoyed my pulled, fried beef, served with black beans and scoop of white rice, others ate Cuban sandwiches, and we shared slices of flan. I love places like this one, where the owner/chef is clearly from the country whose food he/she is cooking. There is sometimes more passion than expertise, at such a place, but passion is almost as memorable, in a meal, as flavor!








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