I can’t whine about… free wine

Pun numero dos, in the books!

After we sampled coffees and pastries, we decided it was time for dinner. Yelp, once again came in hand, and we found ourselves at El Equisito, on Calle Ocho.

The restaurant was nicer than it appeared on the outside, and had paintings from Cuba within. The waitresses were nice (and filled our waters up many time). Also, we got a free glass of house wine with a Yelp check in!  Three pluses already.


The menus came, and Mr. Jet Plane ordered a Cuban sandwich, which was voted top 10 in the US by some manly magazine! It was quite delicious, and the bread was perfect, soft enough to chew, but thick enough to hold the contents. The little potato straws gave it a nice crunch factor. 856395_10153361508875017_6213674684604440703_o.jpg

For myself, I ordered a plate of Vaca Frita, which was shredded pork, flavored with garlic and lime. It came with a side of  yuca fries (yum) and sweet plantains (even more yum).12374918_10153361508870017_7159214935641165906_o.jpg

Our dinner there was excellent, and well priced from the quality and quantity of food we had! We did save room for dessert though, since Azucar, a Cuban ice cream shop was across the street!


The exterior of Azucar was just as cute as the interior. Inside, we tried a few samples (all delicous and creamy, in a way that traditional ice cream isn’t). Finally, we settled on Abuela Maria for him (maria cookies, guava, and cheesecake ice cream) & rum raisin for myself. Both were great!



And with that, came the sweet ending to our first day in Florida. Little Havana had amazing food, and had an amazing vibe to the area.


Miami: Havana Cup of Coffee

Hey. Okay. I really like puns.

Over our honeymoon, we spent a few days in Miami before we took a cruise to Mexico. Whilst there, we scoped out Little Havana. With Cuba being just 330 miles away from Miami (thanks Google), there’s a rather large population of Cubans there. This all comes together in an area that is called Little Havana, which centers around 8th Street, also known as Calle Ocho. SIDENOTE -When I say it in my head, I sound like Pitbull.

We decided to start with a coffee crawl. Cuba is famous for cafecito, which is a shot of espresso and a bit of sugar.

The first place we went to was called Versailles. It was a little homey coffee shop near the cafe, which is supposedly the best Cuban food in Miami. They had a few cases of pastries, some familiar to us, others not so much. Everything looked delicious! 10379770_10153361508285017_4824947463526887509_o.jpg

While there, we ordered two cups of cafecito (0.79 cents a cup!) and two guava empanadas (0.56 cents a piece!). It was the perfect tester of Cuban baked goods. The coffee on its own was delicious: strong, but slightly sweet. The empanada was flaky and filled well, and when dipped into the coffee made for a great combo!



After this stop, we made our way over to a fruit juice shop, called Los Pinarenos Fruteria,that Yelp suggested. Apparently they had really good coffee too! We parked on Calle Ocho and were impressed with how lively the area seemed to be.


There we met the shop owner, who was a bit off. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but he was odd. But he had this sign hanging, so I can’t completely hate on him.


There we ordered a juice of ginger and pineapple, and a cup of cafecito. Whilst waiting, our legs got murdered by the mosquitoes that littered the fruit shop. Very authentic indeed.


The juice was okay. A bit sweet for both our tastes. The coffee was great! I probably would go with the coffee from Versailles, if I had to pick one or the other though. Mostly because I want to try all their baked goods.

I wish I could say that we continued to caffeinate ourselves, but we did not. Two cups in, and we called it dinner time.  A little coffee goes a long way in Little Havana!


Hi, I’m Jeanette, or JeaJeatheJetPlane. I’ve tried my hand at blogging before, unsuccessfully. I get bored, I run out of things to say, or I forget the password. Sometimes a combination of the three.

I’m at a different place in life now than I was when I was a teenager writing out all my angsty feelings in hopes of condolences from strangers.

I’m a grown up now (I’m the proud owner of a horizontal license, son!) and soon-to-be educator. I’m a wife, who’s trying to figure out how to best perform domestic duties (I can cook, but my laundry skills are slack-a-lacking). I’m a person who wants to see the world, and who has someone to see the world with, which makes me even more excited.

So these are my experiences in the world, as a 21-year-old newlywed with a love of food and travel and experiences. Read on, if you please