Right after I dropped my wife Marcela off at an antique shop I head out to look for some grub. Actually, that’s not true. I was initially looking for a car wash but spotted this strip mall with a restaurant called the “Cuban Diner”.
I was interested in what might be on the menu but not 100% committed to eating there yet. It was a little odd to find Cuban food in Marietta but if there was going to be Croquettes and a Frita Cubana I was definitely sold. Not even a minute later I was walking through the doors of the Cuban Diner.
They had just opened and seemed to still be getting their bearings. A few folks were seated and speaking to the waitress which allowed me to really take the place in. The Cuban Diner looks like it could have very easily been in Miami. I was a little homesick at this point after having been gone on a road trip for almost three weeks.
So, true to form I order the Croquetas, Yuca Fries, a Frita, a Cuban Coffee and Flan for dessert. Based on the price ($3.25) I had little faith that the Croquetas would be housemade and not the store bought ones available in every market all over South Florida.
The fried ground ham cylinders arrive and as expected they’re of the prepackaged variety. Hey, it’s ok I love Croquetas of all kinds and I can imagine that there isn’t a giant demand in Marietta for homemade Croquetas. They are labor intensive to make so I’m not surprised.
The Yuca Fries show up as a side dish for my Frita. I’ve never seen fried yuca in a shape like this before. It almost looks as if they made the Yuca Fries using the little handheld contraption to churn out Churros. The fried fellas come with a Chimichurri dipping sauce. I love Chimichurri like any self respecting Cuban does but a Cilantro sauce would have made them a homerun.
The Frita or its full legal name, the Frita Cubana arrived in a fluffy hamburger roll. It really leans more towards hamburger than Frita but the seed of Cuban flavor is there. The seasoned patty is topped with ketchup, potato sticks and diced raw onions. I enjoyed it.
The last part of this lunch was important, a creamy Flan with a Cafecito (Cuban coffee) chaser. The Flan was great and that Cuban Coffee was an instant shot of what I needed to keep me going till my father could make me some back home. The Cafecito really made me long to be home.
Before I left but after I paid the bill I asked if the owner was in but was told it was their day off. Just kidding, they didn’t happen to be in at that moment. I wanted to ask how they ended up in Marietta, assuming that they’re Cuban. It sounds like it could be an interesting story.
I was only a handful of days away from getting back to my Miami. The Cuban Diner helped feel at home while I was almost 700 miles away. It was the homey oasis in the dessert I needed.
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