Hablando de lo que pica el gallo…formando un arroz con mango.
Remember when Abuela would make you “un pan con bistec, con papitas” that would tear your gums apart and give you that nice healthy chunky behind. She would prepare your food bring it to the mesa and open up a can of one of the greatest concoctions Papa Dios has ever made; un IronBeer. Taking a sip to wash down the loaf of bread and cup of grease in that very bite, nothing hits the spot like a nice can of IronBeer.
What’s funny is the pronunciation of this drink in English it’s the obvious Iron Beer as it is spelled, but add a heavy accent and any Cuban pronounces it like Ir-ong Bear. Every once in awhile, when I’m feeling the urge to express my Cuban side without the sass, I pass on the occasional batidos and pastelitos and head for the IronBeer. Ordered in my best attempt to show my Cuban accent (which fails thanks to speaking to Abuelo and Abuela in English) I take a swig of this and shake my hips as if it is my secret key to unlocking my Cuban moves.
This is the staple drink in La Carreta,Versailles, Sergio’s, and Casavana it too is considered the Cuban soda in my household ; funny how una lata de soda can bring me closer or at least make me feel closer to my culture.