After a punishing round of golf at Doral it was easy to convince the dejected to make a run to Versailles for a Cuban lunch. We gorged on a variety of delectables, pushing our guts to the edge of explosion. We later napped sitting on the couch, tv blaring and upon waking didn't discuss dinner. Everyone was still full and reflecting on the lunch. I teased them for not getting the flan with coconut, one of my favorites. The Versailles version was stellar.
We knew we were in for a challenge when two plates arrived for each of us - main on one, sides on the other. In my case, a fully loaded chunk of roast pork with onions.
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