We took these photos on a chilly night at the end of September while we solemnly drank a Boh and mourned the loss of summer at Baltimore's quintessential warm weather spot. The deck, views, specials, music and (of course) bar tenders contribute to the lazy perfection that is Little Havana.
Goodbye, using mojitos as personal cooling systems. Farewell, pork bites. See you later, deck tables with no umbrellas and thusly no mid-day shade. We'll be back in the winter to sip from our giant "regulars" mug and shake off the cold, but it won't be the same.