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I want a brave man, I want a cave man..."
("JOHNNY GET ANGRY" -- Lesley Gore)
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OUR COFFEE |
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Café Cueva imports coffee beans from Oaxaca and has them roasted to our specifications in Cancun. Which is why we serve such flavorful coffee amid expensive restaurants that serve mud or even powdered coffee ( Noescafe as we say down here). We use exclusively Pluma, an excellent altura (high altitude) bean, which accounts for both the strong stimulant effect of Café from the Cueva, but also for its rich taste, a full arabica flavor without the harsh "exotic" notes featured in yuppie ghettos such as Starbucks.
By the way, Mexico is the world's third largest producer of coffee, and top-grade Mexican coffees are as fine as any in the world. The lack of a decent "cuppa" in Mexico is because Mexicans have not yet acquired the habit, so almost all the national product is exported.
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HERE'S WHAT WE SERVE |
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- Latté
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(Espresso with fresh steamed milk)
- Cappuccino
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(Or as we say in Mexico: "capa chino")
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- Café Americano
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(Plain coffee to you)
- Espresso
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(The Euro/boheme favorite)
- Mocha
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(Exotic ingedient: Hershey's syrup)
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- Herbal Teas
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(Hibiscus, Mint, Chamomile and Limón)
- Black Tea
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(Genuine Liptón)
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The present day Neanderthal refuses to die.
Edvard Varése
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WHERE IT'S AT
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Top block of Calle Hidalgo
Beautiful Downtown Isla Mujeres
Across the street to the east of the Plaza (where the church and supermarket are) behind the Maya Mural
South end of the Malecón (Promenade).
You can't miss it.
Also at our My Isla website.
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THE CUEVA COMMUNITY |
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The real pleasure in running Café Cueva is knowing the people who come here. The spectrum of Cuevones who pass their time at our tables (or standing around the counter or slouching on the sidewalk out front) is a measure of the uniqueness of Isla Mujeres as a place to live, vacation, or lam out. One day might bring Slovenian artists, Minnesota tourist families, old salts crazed by sailing from Cuba in hurricane, Japanese businessmen, Italian models, French guitarists, fugitives from injustice, misquided writers, or local bricklayers who just want a buzz. A guy who lives in Alaska, works in Antarctica and lives for cribbage. A Burmese couple just checking the maps. A chistoso who plays piano--reggae on the beach, chamber music for a dinner club, then hard rock at night. An itinerant painter who ends up doing our walls. A Scotch dynamiter who prods everyone in dangerous diving, then goes mental on his last night on the town. Ski racer, turned fashion model, turned DJ, turned CPA touring Latino graveyards. Danish writer fresh out of concentration camp. Pervo beach photog. Cockney crazo with Alabama drawl. Cute martial artist from Uruguay. Insane Israelis. Grouchy Gringos. Then there's you.
A lot of strange conversations, a lot of good friendships: this site is here for anybody who wants to keep in touch.
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He's the baddest man there is alive
Wears clothes made outta wild cat's hide
He's the King of the Jungle Jive
Look at that caveman go!
("ALLEY OOP" -- The Hollywood Argyles)
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