Christmas Day lunch

We went to Cafe Valencia, which has been a favorite of The Boy's family for years. The food is largely Spanish, as is the wine list, and pretty much everything is good.

I had mofongo relleno de pollo--fried green plantain, mashed and built into a container for juicy chunks of chicken in a tomato-sofrito sauce.

The Boy had arroz con calamares, cooked in ink:

Valencia one of the few remaining places where they have a dessert cart, which they wheel over to your table. It's pretty much impossible to resist when they do that. Evil, evil people. The Boy and I shared a huge slice of tres leches cake, which is a yellow sponge made with condensed and evaporated milks and heavy cream. Ay, que rico!