It's a Cuban thing

One of my favorite Versailles Restaurant moments occurred one night a few years ago as I had dessert and coffee with a friend at the bakery next door to the restaurant.

As we chatted, in wandered a sunburned tourist from Iowa or Nebraska, and in a too-loud voice, asked the woman behind the counter if they served de-caf.

So, some Cuban-Americans were understandably concerned last month when they