Saturday, February 27, 2010

winter warmth

There's nothing like a vintage travel poster to make you dream of a getaway. And there's a way to do just that without renewing your passport, depleting your bank account or boarding the dog. My nephew Christian and I made a lunchtime trip yesterday to a little restaurant here in town for Cuban sandwiches, sweet plantains, tres leches cake. Capped off with Cuban coffees in demitasse cups, a thimble full of the darkest, most sugary brew imaginable. It transported us, for a while, far from the contemporary American South, from winter, from work and worries. To a place captured in joyful, sepia-toned family photographs on the menu, full of warm sunshine and laughter.

1 comment:

Cliff said...

And wouldn't it be nice if we could freely travel there today. . .