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Ask ten Tampanians where to find the city's best Cuban sandwich and you'll get eleven answers, a brief history lecture, and at least one person willing to die on the salami hill. The Tampa Cuban is its own creature — Genoa salami layered in with the ham, roast pork, Swiss, pickle
The roosters get you first. They strut across 7th Avenue at noon like they own the place, descendants of birds that escaped cockfighting pits a century ago, and the city long ago gave up trying to remove them. They are protected now, technically, and they will hold up traffic on
By the time the parade steps off, 7th Avenue has already done a full costume change. The wrought-iron balconies above the cigar shops are draped in flags that were not there at sunrise, the brick pavers are tacky with spilled horchata and sunscreen, and the bouncers outside the h
