by Laura T » Tue Mar 03, 2009 11:47 am
Robert and I decided to check out Havana Rumba again for dinner last night, and I regret to say that we didn't have a very good experience. We had both only been there once before - I had really enjoyed a vegetarian dinner and he had only ordered an appetizer. Last night we arrived around 7:00 and the place was packed, which surprised me somewhat for a Monday night. However, we were seated right away at a table close to the door. I don't love sitting close to the door when it's freezing outside, but I do like being seated right away so I didn't argue. Almost as soon as we sat down, an apparent "bread guy" dropped a basket of warm sliced bread and compound butter on our table. Only problem was, we naturally wanted to dig into it right away, but we didn't yet have any drinks. We ended up sitting there unacknowledged (aside from the bread delivery) for a full 13 minutes before we even met our waitress and ordered our drinks. However, when she finally arrived, she was pleasant so I instantly forgave her the 13 minute wait. I ordered a Hemingway Daiquiri (light rum, Matuzalen rum, fresh lime juice, grapefruit juice, & sugar cane served frozen, $6), and Robert ordered a House Margarita (18 oz. on the rocks, $6 but $2 off last night). After ordering our drinks, the waitress returned a few minutes later with some ice water, and then several more minutes later our drinks arrived. I loved my daiquiri - yum! The bread and butter was delicious, as bread and butter usually is, and it was really nice that it had been served warm but a shame that it had been delivered so much sooner than our drinks. I ordered the Pollo al Mojo and Robert ordered the Palomilla Steak. There was a significant wait for the food, but not out of the ordinary in my opinion. More than 15 minutes, but I think less than 20, not bad for a busy night. My pollo al mojo came served with a mound of sauteed onion slices on top, a side of black beans and rice and fried plantains. I love plantains and I thought they were delicious. The black beans and rice were tasty but nothing remarkable. The chicken was fine, but nothing to write home about. However, I felt like the meal overall was on the healthy side of things, maybe not as exciting as a gooey cheesy spinach empanada, but less guilt-inducing. I was trying to be sort of good, and I'm sure the dish was exactly as it was intended to be. However, I have to say I really loved the vegetarian plate (Cubano Vegetariano) with the yucca and spinach empanada a lot more. Robert was unimpressed by his steak, which was also served with the same fried plantains. For some reason, his came with a side of white rice and a cup of black bean soup, rather than the pre-mixed black beans and rice that came with mine. He isn't a big fan of plantains but he seemed to enjoy the black bean soup and rice. Even though it wasn't his favorite, he didn't have any problem finishing his steak, and he remarked later that he was full, which can be quite a feat for him. As I was finishing my meal, the greatest offense of the night occurred. I was finishing up the last little bit of my black beans and rice, and I was down to about 2 fork-fulls. I was chewing one fork-full, and had just rested my fork on my plate when a busser rushed up from behind me, and literally whisked my plate away, last bite and all. I was stunned. Not only was I not finished, but he also just simply surprised me by rushing up from behind and appearing out of nowhere like that. He stopped and turned around after he was about 2 steps away and said "Oh, are you finished?" and just said "yeah" because at that point, did I really feel like fighting with the guy for my one last bite of beans and rice? Sheesh! No. If he was in such a hurry to take my plate away, I figured I would just let him have it. Then, as Robert was still eating his steak, the waitress came right over and asked me if I would like any coffee or dessert. Maybe it's just me, but I found it rude of her to be asking me for a dessert order while Robert was still eating his meal. We passed on dessert and headed over to the Zen Tea House for my long sought-after bubble tea instead. I wouldn't be against going back to Havana Rumba for some more of that yummy vegetarian stuff or trying some of their sandwiches or other appetizers, but I don't think I'll be able to convince Robert into going back with me.