At La Bella Havana, the calamari isn't just crispy; it's practically auditioning for a role in a crunch-off competition.

The cashews? They're not just plenty; they're throwing a party, and everyone's invited. And the salad dressing – oh, It's not just rich but also spicy; it's practically a celebrity with its own reality show on the Food Network.

As for the red velvet seats in one corner of this Cuban restaurant, they're not just furniture; they're gossipy historians, spilling secrets of a bygone era. And that sunrise drink? It's like a plot twist in a tropical detective novel, that me as pleasantly surprised as if I'd stumbled upon a hidden treasure chest at the bottom of a cereal box.

Truly, a meal at La Bella Havana is less of a dining experience and more of an epic tale, where even the veggies get a round of applause.

​Bravo! Encore!

​Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
And what you had
And what you lost
Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
They say women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
​-Fleetwood Mac, Dreams