in Miami, have the tire patched in that area within wandering range of neighborhood Cuban restaurants, where they serve roasted pork with soft red peppers, grilled onions, the whole plate filled with the good pieces you usually selectively unearth and save for last—

and progress to the black beans and rice and the sticky plantains, too much by far (especially for seven dollars), but nice to attempt as the cars race down 8th Street in front of you.

Then, in my opinion, you should meet a good friend at a good bookstore and sip bubbly things while you plan for trips to other destinations with decidedly different transportation options and cuisines, leaving holes for chance excursions, literary inspiration, and lazy afternoons.

I firmly believe Sunday afternoons should be sparkly…

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Posted by Kristen Taylor on Sunday, April 26th, 2009, 7:30 pm * Filed in Books, Drink, Food, miami. * Tags: 8th, calle, cuban, Food, jessica, kristen, kthread, miami, ocho, street, taylor. Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.