Jack Goes Boating is a well-written and well-acted movie about a poor and lonely limo driver, Philip Seymour Hoffman, trying to get a girlfriend. It may not be a great movie, but I felt more sympathy and understanding for the characters with every scene. It’s a good movie.
We had various coffee-based drinks at the Sirenis la Salina resort in Varadero, Cuba, during our Xmas vacation, and they were all good. We ordered from the 24-hour café four or five times a day and sampled every drink available. One of my favourites was an alcoholic coffee not on the menu simply called Spanish Coffee, essentially coffee with rum. Cuban rum is so sweet, though, it’s not at all a bitter drink. It’s pleasant.
We bought two bags of coffee from the small shop on the resort, a bag of beans and a bag of ground coffee. The beans were disappointing when we tried them at home. The flavour was nothing special and the coffee always seemed weak no matter how we brewed it.
We didn’t have high expectation for the ground coffee (we normally only buy beans), so we left it on the shelf as a backup coffee. When we finally got around to sampling it, though, it was delicious. A deep rich flavour, but not burnt like many dark roasted coffees. The best coffee we’ve ever tasted is a locally-made blend called East Coast Roast, but this cheap ground coffee from Cuba is easily the second best. I couldn’t find a website for it, but it’s called La Indiana. If you happen to visit the Sirenis la Salina resort, this is the one to bring home with you.
More posts about our trip to Cuba are filed under Varadero.
When will Mary Pratt‘s “Jelly Shelf” painting be released as a high quality print?
We already have one of her prints framed and mounted on a wall in our dining room area, and we love it. But we’ve been hoping to see the jars painting (as we’ve always called it) available as a print since we first saw it in person at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia in 2005 (see my Rodin and Mary Pratt post). Seeing the painting on a 52 cent stamp is nice, but it might be the worst thing that could have been done to a painting that needs to be viewed in its full size to really get it. I wrote this after I saw it in Nova Scotia:
It looks like a photograph, but up close you can see the actual brush strokes. The effect of slowly walking back from the painting as it reveals itself is so dramatic, I don’t know what to tell you except that you have to see it to believe it…
I’ve written this post in the hopes that whoever owns the painting will realize that there is a market for a high quality print of it. I know I’d pay good money for it.