Cuban, Cuban and more Cuban

I really tried to give each of these Miami posts an absurd quote from G. This time, I just couldn't come up with one. I'm sure he said something clever or entertaining or snotty right before we got there or while we were eating.... but I just can't for the life of me remember one right now.

On this particular day we headed straight from the beach to Cafe Versailles. Yes, I know this sounds like a French restaurant. But it absolutely was not. Once again, G and I were the only non-Cubans (though I do have to tell you that after being away for several weeks and the spending 3 days on the beach with me, G was a shade of deep, dark tan I'd not seen before. He could well have passed for Cuban). When the woman behind the counter spoke to us only in Spanish, we knew we'd be okay.

You may have noticed that G and I don't have very good luck service personnel. We get the quirky ones. Well, the woman at Versailles was no different. She really wanted nothing to do with us.

Despite the lackluster service, we had an AMAZING meal.

We both got empanadas and both went for the spinach with cheese and the chicken ones.

The were so fucking good. The crust was absolutely perfect. It was flaky and light, not oily or greasy. The spinach ones were completely filled with spinach and gooey, melted cheese. I was in heaven eating those... then I got to the chicken ones. I took a bite, looked up at G and said "Holy shit, these chicken ones are good". I knew G was happy because he didn't say a word.

We were told the the thing to get at Versailles was the Tres Leches.
When we're told that a place is know for a certain dish - we know we should get it. So we obliged and got 2 orders of Tres Leches and two Cuban coffees.

The Tres Leches we sweet but not too sweet, creamy and light. The coffee was like jet fuel and was exactly what we needed to perk back up after having our energy drained in the sun all day.
Now that I think about it, I was one of those coffees right now.
G, can we go back and get a coffee?