Expect the usual story: huge portraits of Che and Fidel stare from the walls, while palm leaves and low vaulted ceilings add a murky, cluttered atmosphere. Suck away on a plump cigar while the barstaff mix a range of rum-based cocktails to the cheerful backing noise of salsa and rumba sounds. It's good, though a bit of a tired theme at this point, particularly for one of questionable taste. One can only wonder if there are dozens of bars glorifying Stalinism in Cuba.