Every once in awhile, the hubby likes to be uber-manly and have a poker night.  We’ve hosted a couple of times, but last Friday a colleague invited us to play over at his house.  I wanted to bring something to eat, since playing cards usually rustles up a good appetite, but I was a little stumped.  I’ve found that poker playin’ dudes like simple, uncomplicated, and easy-to-eat foods, and as we’ve gone to a couple of these poker nights by now, I’d run out of my old tricks (mostly consisting of meatball subs and seven-layer dip).

Anyway, after racking my brain, I remembered how I used to love to eat Cuban sandwiches back when I lived in Atlanta during college.  My friend Peter and I would head down to Buford Highway, an international strip of road that had some of the best ethnic cheap eats in the South, and we’d get these perfectly grilled crispy pork sandwiches with just the right amount of pickles, mustard and melted swiss cheese.  Along with a fresh mango shake, the whole thing would set us back about $4.  Those sandwiches were the stuff dreams were made of.