BPC 42

Blythe's Just Desserts

I have been carrying around various dolls, hoping for some inspiration to strike or at least a pretty display case.

I tried a Thanksgiving theme but I wasn't happy with it.


Last weekend, we were overtaken with a hankering for Cuban food and the closest place is in Downey, so after a 40 mile drive (including a detour to Occupy Los Angeles), we finally got to Habana Cafe.

Detour! Picture from moving car since I was afraid of the overwhelming stink to really walk among it.


Unfortunately, Habana Cafe was having like three parties and the only seating was in the bar or the bakery. I opted for the bakery since I was planning on hitting it pretty hard after I had dinner.

That should have been the tipoff, really. It all went downhill from there. The place had really, really gone downhill, like a complete 180, it was horrifying. My lechon asado was lechon secado and the mango margarita tasted like the mango had gone bad. Super unhappy face. To add to all that, that night they had a singer there, which was probably why there were so many parties, and he was just BLARING as all get out and I couldn't even hear the waitress who was shouting in my ear.

I hold this man responsible.


Don't hide from me Edgar, I see you.


I figured I would try and salvage this with at least a Challenge photo so I tried posing with the dessert cart but I got chased off.

Also, the lighting was bad.

I ended up back at the bakery cases. It's possible these pastries were Cuban but by that point, I wasn't taking any more chances.

Final Photo:


Oh, and the bathrooms were devoid of seat covers and one stall had no SEAT and the other didn't have a lock. Right.