Pete and friend had high hopes for the Cubana Cafe in SoHo; the online reviews were mostly positive and the downstairs space was kitschy but comfortable, pero... The hangar steak sandwich with avocado, tomato, swiss cheese, and chipotle mayo on toasted, pressed Cuban bread seemed to have all the ingredients of a delicious sandwich--but it was more like a blandwich--it was improved slightly by a heavy dose of the on-the-table red salsa (peppery but not too hot). The salsas, the other is a mango salsa, were the best part of the meal. The chicken soup with avocado, tomato, cilantro, and yuca came highly recommended by the waiter but Pete thinks if you did a blind taste against a chicken broth, Pete's not sure which would win. Even the pineapple batido--pineapple, milk, sugar, and ice blended together--was punchless; how can you fuck up a sugar-based fruit shake that is your country's national drink?!?!? Pete thinks Fidel would think that the food here is more American anti-Cuba propaganda.