Five of us walked in ravenous and without reservations. We were walked without any fuss past a dozen millennials seating on couches, working on their laptops, and eating lunch. Nice atmosphere: consciously relaxed and intellectual. A pleasant surprise, we were able to talk across the table without having to shout. Our server, Cristin, was courteous and efficient. In no time I was guzzling a superb, locally-brewed draft pilsner. My in-laws ordered iced tea, my son ordered an excellent American IPA, and my wife ordered something not-too-hoppy, after Cristin assured that "there were no kernels floating in the beer." The order was for four Cuban Sandwiches and one Reuben, and it was served quite promptly. I know Cuban Sandwiches: my first one was back in 1969, when I was 12 years old and my Cuban-born dad took me to his favorite "loncheria" in Washington Heights. I've had many Cubanos since, including at La Carreta in Miami, and I'd say these were very good Gringo-facsimiles. (To be picky, the pickles slices were not as long or thinly-sliced as the "autenticos.") Still, they were very good. Four ordered side servings of fresh fruit, my wife had the tabbouleh (delicious: fresh and light) and I had the house salad (very tasty and light). I had a second pilsner, and we skipped desert. All gave the meal two thumbs up. We stopped at the bookstore on the way out, which had a very nice selection and reminded me why I love bookstores.
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