Lisa met me in the city last night. She joined me and a couple of co-workers for drinks. Afterward she and I went to Alma de Cuba for dinner. We both ordered a mojito, very yummy. The first thing brought out was bread that you ripped apart and dipped into a bowl full of mint and melted butter. OH MY GOSH! It was incredible. Then we got lobster/coconut/lemon sorbet ceviche. This was also wonderful. THEN THE EPICUREAN DELIGHT ENDED. Our entrees came out and they were horrific. Burnt, stringy, chewy, fatty, disgusting. I wasn’t sure if that is what they were aiming for or if this was a terrific mistake. Lisa kept saying, “Tom wouldn’t approve! Padma would be appalled!” We paid the bill and left. I am wondering now if I should have complained? I never know how to deal with a situation like that– I am always afraid the server is going to think I am complaining to get a free meal. We walked back to her car holding our stomachs and moaning. I kept saying how I wouldn’t mind puking. Regardless of the horrible ending, I had a great evening with Lisa.