My mother fled Cuba in 1959, at the onset of Castro's Revolution, and has been in the United States since she was twelve years old. I am a first generation Cuban-American, born in Miami to an ultra-Cuban family. I was raised by my Cuban parents, grandparents and great- grandparents, and remember being told repeatedly what a utopia Cuba was. Even though they were forced out of their country my family brought their culture with them to Miami. I grew up in a bilingual household that was never short on gargantuan feasts, festive parties with Latin music and dance, and a lively home life. The influence of my Cuban roots provided me with the opportunity to experience a life full of emotion and zest.
After moving to Denver to pursue a career in Social Work I met and fell in love with Brian Bigelow. After several years in Denver I missed my family, my language and my culture more everyday. I went everywhere looking for my favorite Cuban dishes like vaca frita, palomilla, picadillo and platanitos. Where could I get a Cuban sandwich? My mother often sent me Cuban treats but they failed to satisfy a constant craving. Soon Brian and I began to think why not? Why not open a Cuban restaurant here in Denver?