We'd been eating non-stop already, but there was just one more thing that I wanted to get before heading back for meetings: a so-called Cuban burger, and this place (5828 Southwest 8th Street, 266-8486) was supposed to be the best in town.
I think that built up my expectations too much. After all, what's not to like about fried potatoes shoved into a burger? Well, the tomato-ey sauce in this one made it taste a bit like a sloppy joe, and there really wasn't a lot to get excited about. At least I tried it.