My friends Adam, Janice, and Chester were excited when they heard that a restaurant called Habana was opening in San Francisco. Determined foodies who even considered working in the field (marketing Adam's ribs) during a lull in employment, they had been eager to share all their favorite Bay Area restaurants and purveyors, introducing me to luscious lobster rolls in Larkspur, crackling catfish po' boys in Oakland, splendid sushi in the city. "But we haven't found any Cuban restaurants at all," they told me, with a mixture of bewilderment... More >>>