Consistently good (not great) food. I love it. Waiters are dressed to the nines. Starches are lip-smacking rice, black beans, plantains and yucca. Meats are sauced with garlic, onion and butter as they should be. Yet somehow, it tastes tired. Maybe it's boring. Maybe I'm jaded as an Angeleno and I need some bells and whistles to make me believe that the Cuban food I'm eating is actually better than I think it is. It may be, 'cus I don't really know Cuban culture beyond their awesome contribution to jazz.