this is the day of the expanding man

Last night we gorged ourselves on platters of seasoned beef and pork, beans and rice, and sweet plantains at a Cuban dive by the name of Gordo's that sits a block from Florida State. It was cheap, and I consumed way too much of it, but it was worth it. I'm sure I would do it again.

Buckets of Red Stripe can be had for next to nothing. I generally prefer darker beers at my Cuban/Mexican type establishments, but the shape of the Red Stripe bottle makes me happy.

Trips like these certainly aren't good for my health, but this should be the last for the forseeable future.