There's usually not much on the menu. Pork 'frittata' was the item available the say we ambled in for lunch. Kind of like inch thick fried pork fat. Served with the ever present rice and beans, and a small pile of lettuce. All circus and no bread.
Folks also turn their living rooms into restaurants, and serve for dollars.
There's more variety, and it's home-cooked, sans uniforms and attitude. Everyone in Cuba is in an endless relationship with the pursuit of our dollar. At the beach, virtually deserted because there aren't any buses to bring the citizens of Santiago out there, vendors spotted us and sold us a sack of freshly picked coconuts. They hacked off the husks with machetes, and we poured rum inside. Fresh, sweet coconut milk and rum, drink it right out of the 'coco'.