Sophie’s, my mistress.

No, she is not actually my mistress, but I certainly have a thing for Sophie’s (who doesn’t?). When my stomach clock goes off and the time is half past rice and beans, chances are I am going to Sophie’s Cuban Cuisine, as I mentioned in my post “Who you calling Mangu?”. It was redemption time…

Who you calling Mangu?

When I find myself in the mood for Spanish food I usually set off running for Sophie’s, trying to get in and out as quickly as possible before the smell of food forms so close of a relationship with my clothes that I leave smelling like an empanada. Today, however, when my stomach started shouting for me…