Cafe Versailles

You know, I’ve been holding back my opinions on the blog a bit lately, because sometimes, being a “food guy” (again, do not EVER call me a “foodie”) gets to be a bit much – for me and everyone around me.  Sometimes, you just need to sit back and let yourself be tard happy.

A recent visit to Miami’s Cafe Versailles (actually two visits in the same day) was a tard happy experience, starting with Cuban bread, cortaditos, frituras de bacalao in the morning and ending with Pollo Versailles and more cortadito in the evening. I’ll let the pictures speak….

Versailles Restaurant
3555 SW 8th St
Miami, FL 33135


  1. You’re killing me!

    Miami is my hometown. My love for Cuban food and the people runs deep. I miss them both. Not only is the Cuban food in Atlanta horrible, it is completely unrecognizable and it can’t hold a candle to the fare you get in even the most rundown cafeterias in Miami.

  2. Sadly, what you say seems to be true for most of the Cuban food I’ve tried here as well. I can’t count how many times I’ve insisted on white rice only to be given that overcooked yellow stuff. And forget about the bread…

    Wait for another post coming soon – my friend’s mother cooked an amazing meal of tasajo – mind-blowing.

  3. “tard happy” huh? looks like you just lost another reader. if you can’t think of something more clever than “retard” jokes then you’re not terribly creative and not really worth my time. yeah, let’s make fun of those with disabilities. awesome.

  4. Interesting. Let’s take a look at your presumptions:
    A) I’ve lost “another” reader (thank you for being the voice of my flagging readership)
    B) That I somehow owe you “clever” or “creative”
    C) I should be “worth your time”
    D) I make fun of “those with disabilities”

    I have no reason to explain myself (it’s my blog, I can do what I want), but let me take a stab at this.

    Where to start? What say we work backwards?

    Let’s start with “D”. You don’t know me at all, do you Maggie? I don’t make fun of “those with disabilities.” I make fun of EVERYBODY. Indiscriminately. I do that because I respect people. That may send your head spinning a bit, but I think that good people have a sense of humor about themselves and everything around them. Good people don’t go looking for the worst in every person, the worst in every statement or worse – look to control others they disagree with by claiming to be “offended”. And in my life, I’ve found that those that you claim I’m offending have some of the best outlooks on life and sense of humor (especially about themselves) as anyone I’ve ever met.

    What’s really interesting to me, Maggie, is that you refer to “retard” jokes. I’ll be honest, I don’t keep up with the latest politically correct buzzwords, so I don’t know the word du jour, but I believe the DSM IV still uses the term “Mental Retardation” – so we’ll stick with that. Now, I know this newfangled Internet gizmo is kind of confusing and you probably didn’t understand that you’re supposed to click on the funny-looking blue words – like “tard happy”, so I did it for you:

    tard happy:
    A state of pure bliss, so intense that rational thought is impossible. Usually characterized by inarticulate vocalizing, unfocused eyes and, occasionally, drooling. Most commonly occurs during orgasm.

    I trying, but I don’t see where that term or definition makes fun of “those with disabilities”. For the time being, let’s just skip over the fact that nowhere did I use the term “retard” or refer to “retarded people” (it was convenient for you to disregard that fact, so I should have the same privilege).

    Hm, “B”. “Clever” and “Creative”. Now a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch…? Sigh – you’re right – not very clever or creative, but we’ve determined that I watch a lot of movies…

    OK, let’s try “C”! “Worth your time”, “worth your time”…. wait – who are you? (I’ll admit, I’ve got 2 or 3 lined up in the chamber, but we just determined that I’m neither “clever” or “creative” – so I’ll spare you.)

    Oh no! “A”. Let me be clear (I’m pretty sure I’ve said this before) – I don’t write this blog to rack up the big readership numbers. I write for myself. I’ll be the first to admit – I think it’s pretty cool when I see that I’ve had a lot of readers on a given day. But at the same time, I don’t lose any sleep over it on days when that number’s not so big.

    So I’ve lost “another” reader. I’m not so sure. All I can say for sure is that I’ve lost “a” reader – but I’ve been watching for a while now, Maggie, and I’m not so sure that you’ve been reading with the intensity and conviction that I expect from my readers. Sad to say, but it’s probably just as well – you were likely to be cut loose soon anyway.

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