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Jill asks for a booth. The nice hostess takes us to an obviously repaired booth that has a piece of duct tape covering an obvious tear in the seat. Another Hispanic woman appears at our table asking for a drink order. I ask what is good here, telling her that we had never been here before. She recommends the Cuban sandwich. It comes with black beans and yellow rice. However, she also told us that their pork mojito is delightful as well. In addition, they offer the usual fare of steak, ham, and chicken. The manager of this restaurant certainly put a personal spin on the concept. I ordered the Cuban sandwich. Jill decided to try the pork mojito. Dakota chose the pork mojito and Tina the Cuban sandwich as well. We all had the idea that we could have the usual fare anytime, this certainly was a treat. When the food arrived, we all were delighted with the appearance of the food, the taste of the food, and the portion size. This got me to thinking about on certain circumstances maybe we should expand the menu to allow for local favorites, such as this manager did by adding Cuban food, which was the core of Tampa during the cigar rolling history of Tampa. I didn’t know it until Jill looked it up for me, but Tampa has a huge Cuban/Latin population. Taking this chance by adding Cuban food to an already set menu was truly a risk that paid off, even though it could have cost him his job. When the waitress checks on us, I ask if the General Manager was available. She told us that he came in to help the kitchen out as three people called in sick with the flu. She said that the rush is beginning to die down and she will let him know that I want to speak to him when he gets a chance. It wasn’t but 15 minutes before a good-looking gentleman with a black apron on approached our table. He introduced himself as Luis Garcia, the General Manager. I stood up and put out my hand and introduced myself to him, commenting about what a delightful place he runs. I handed him both my business card and my wife’s. I asked if he had a few minutes to chat, which he said he did asian now that the rush was over. I started with letting him know that he took quite a risk adding to an already set menu, but that it clearly paid off. He thanked me yet told me that he has been approached by several other restaurants wanting him to come work for them. We discussed moving this restaurant, noting how much the building needs work, both structurally and cosmetically. I asked about the Seminole Heights area he mentioned in his email. He said he has his eye on a couple of low-cost sites. One on pov the corner of Florida Avenue and Sligh Avenue. He said that staying on the west side of I-275 was the smart thing to do as choosing a property on the east side of the interstate say on Nebraska Avenue only would bring undesirables and not families as he is targeting for customers. He also mentioned that Sligh Avenue led to a local zoo only a couple of blocks to the west, Lowery Park Zoo. While not as flashy as Busch Gardens, it is a true zoo not a theme park with roller coasters and thrill rides. Nothing wrong with any of that, but Lowery Park was a true working zoo that brought in thousands of children every year. I was clearly impressed with his knowledge of the area and more importantly his dedication to making his restaurant his, even though it had a corporate name, he put his own twist on it to make it even more successful. Mr. Garcia offered to pick up the tab for our meal, but I wouldn't allow it. We clearly have the money to pay and he should save his generosity for someone not as fortunate. I did ask where his district manager was. He said that he hasn’t seen him in handjob several weeks and wasn’t even sure if this district had a DM. I smiled and thanked him for japanese his time. Jill took our bill to the register and paid for our meal, leaving the waitress a $40 tip on an $80 tab. I didn’t know what to expect next. But this first time, let’s just get to the really good part….. Looking asian from him to David and back again I tried to think. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. THAT’S FUNNY!” To treasure and cherish her, to support her, and to nurture her when she needs your motherly affection, until death do you part.” This one thing that would pov only last one year I japanese didn’t want ruined because Greg wanted to cry about a haunted building in the middle of nowhere. He desperately wanted to tell them that he was sorry, that he wanted to rescue them, how much it hurt to handjob be so powerless? If the Goddess corrected my body, wasn't it my turn to correct my mind? When the server put my dish in front of me, she reached down with her other hand and gave my dick a nice little caress. Dogboy hesitated a moment, and then loped effortlessly closing the distance to sit next to both in a similar fashion. Cindy pulled a bra from her dresser and began to put it on.