Cubita

We’ve been meaning to try the new Cuban cafe on Taranaki Street for ages, Cubita – one of those places that we always walk by on the way to the movies, always has people at the tables outside but we just never got around to it, until last Sunday.

It was packed, and it’s tiny, and felt like a totally different crowd of people – not sure how to explain that – I guess a bit like when you go to movies at a different cinema, and even though you don’t normally recognise people at your own movies, you feel like it’s all different people.

Their coffee is from beans imported from Cuba, so not fresh roasted in Wellington, however it held it’s own although had a slightly sticky flavour to it, almost like a burnt caramel taste. Not unpleasant but a taste I often associate with ‘bagged’ beans. We ordered lattes but after observing the giant cups they seemed to be serving to other people we doubled checked the cup size of the latte, and changed our order to flat white to get something ‘normal’. We also had a slice of carrot cake, well I ended up having most of it because there was some spice in it that made The Mister’s nose turn up at it, but being a sucker for cake, I persevered! Something like amaretto or marzipan or something slightly perfumey.