Cuban Sandwich

A few months ago Terry, Nick, my dad Jack and I went on a 4th Street pub crawl in San Rafael. Couple pops at Pond Farm, then down to Broken Drum for a couple more. We heard some music wafting up from B Street and decided to take a detour. On the way Terry told us about this crazy song called Cuban Sandwich, apropos of what I don’t remember. 

Well Johnny looked in the ice box, shaking his head

His woman lay sleeping in their murphy bed

Left a note on the table “Babe I’m off to get fed”

I’m thinking about

A Cuban sandwich

The next day I renamed our group chat Cuban Sandwich and sent a selfie of the four of us from the previous night.

It will be hard for me to think of that food and that place without also conjuring a memory of Terry.

-Aaron