There are some people who consider David’s Cafe in Miami Beach their kitchen even though they pay above-average fare for David’s food and have never set foot inside David’s kitchen.
I don’t think of David’s Cafe as my kitchen. I think of it as a Cuban restaurant started in 1977 that I’ve eaten at once and enjoyed enough to not write a scathing review.
The entrees were overpriced for the most part, so I ordered two side dishes – moros and yuca – that were slightly less overpriced at $3.50 a piece.
The yuca really did me good. It gave me power. I hadn’t had yuca in a long time, so I especially appreciated its robustness, its fullness of life.
With each bite, I felt my lumbar growing stronger.
After I polished my plate of moros – second only to the lick of a dog’s tongue in terms of comprehensiveness – I immediately noticed the design that lay quietly underneath my food the whole time.
I looked at the plates belonging to the people eating with me. Theirs didn’t have the Golden Ratio. This made me feel special.
Thank you, Honeyed Cat!
