My first taste of Cuban cuisine was offered by my fabulous Cuban landlords. I don’t really remember what it was but I do remember the red rice with black beans, otherwise known as “Moros y Cristianos”. In English, that’s literally translated as Muslims and Christians. Weird name for food, eh?
I’m not really an expert when it comes to food. I eat if it looks and smells good—and as long as they’re not made from the insides of poor animals. Vegetables? I eat some, not just ampalaya and okra.
Cuban food is not the best in the world but, duh, backpackers don’t eat the best food in the world! Ok, we do. Only if there’s a huge discount. 🙂
While most of the Cuban dishes I ate were bland, I had no complaints. I devoured them like it’s the kind of food I eat every day. There’s just one dish that I didn’t like much–the fish casserole. It was not disgusting but I think it’s just the kind of fish which made me say, “Ew!” while the waitress was still serving. My badness. She never even bothered to ask what was wrong with my food. I reckon she’s used to hearing it already. LOL…