Cuban Sandwich - This one hit the spot!
I have loved Cuban sandwiches ever since I wandered into a little hole in the wall café in Key West, not far off Duval Street. The year was 2000 and I was in Key West for two weeks doing my navy reserve duty. Someone had told me about the place, so I drove my rental car over there at lunch. I pulled up to the shop. There were parking meters in front and I had no change in my pockets. I pulled into one of the open spots, got out, yanked open the screen door and walked in, asking if I could get change for a dollar so I could feed the meter. The lady (using the term loosely) behind the counter gruffly announced that she didn't make change for the meters. Nice... I was on the horns of a dilemma, I could head to McDonalds for a Big Mac or I could leave my car at the unpaid meter, order a sandwich and beat a hasty exit to avoid the roving meter maid. I chose the latter and I am glad I did. I ordered a basic Cubano, grabbed the sandwich, hopped into my car and found another parking space