It's a not a trip to Miami without a stop, or two!, to our favorite eatery.
Amara asking her aunt about mamey.
Real Food!
We got our last meal here (frijoles negros and rice, fruit, some fish) and bid adios to one of our favorite places.
Thankfully, my sister, whose first language is Spanish, was able to help us with our orders.
One of these days I learn how to speak Spanish too!
I have dreams of opening a spot like this in the Bay Area.
Who knows. Maybe it'll happen one day.
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