They were handing out flyers in the Havana street, which seems rather a capitalist thing to do, and the prices looked good and the food tempting. The place was only a block away, called Bodegas. I’m told the name refers to a Spanish wine store, or to a small Hispanic grocery story with a wine-shop. In this case it was a spacious but unassuming restaurant and bar. The outside tables were full, but its sides were open and there were ceiling fans, so it was not too hot. The prices were indeed keen, and I chose the pescado, a simple fish dish. It came with a spicy tomato-based sauce on top, and alongside two scoops of rice and a token garnish. The fish was fresh, the batter tasty and the sauce pleasant. I drank it alongside a Bucanero beer.