Habana Nights !!

It used to be a night of envy. Striving to be better every night for personal or monetary gain. As clouds coloured the sky........greys turned black, the moon golden and the air pink.. ....Nights became post lunch! Stomach full hawks would sight their prey and hang.. Waiting for already caught meat waiting to take a bite of another hawks meal... lip smacking, hungry and wanting more... Dinner turned into Tea ! A couple of dips, sips and a bite What is left before and after are scouring eyes at a profound Menu. To try a new dish or just play safe and indulge in an already known DISH...spicy and simply known!! To every Hawk, Eat what you like, because you like it not because it is simply there.