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	<title>Comments on: Businesses Eye Return to a Post-Castro Island</title>
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		<title>By: TheShot.coffeeratings.com &#187; Delving into the Turkish coffee cup</title>
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		<description>[...] At home, I&#8217;ve been on a major café cubano kick lately. Part of that could be inspired by the Fidel Castro deathwatch. But a bit of my influence goes back to two very good Cuban expat friends of mine, Rolando and Elena, whom I met when I first moved out on my own to Maryland nearly 20 years ago. They introduced me to my first addictive taste of real Cuban coffee (and my road to hell!) &#8212; joking that I needed to sit down before drinking it. They quickly stopped joking when it became clear that my frequent requests for &#8220;refills&#8221; were also no joke. [...]</description>
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