We start putting our clothes away. There is a knock on the door. It is Victor, the butler. Victor is great. He welcomes us back, asks about our “celebration” and I tell him it’s my birthday tomorrow. He asks what we need. I ask for a bottle of Havana Siete. He gets a pained look on his face. I say please. He says he will see what he can do.
For the newbies, or the Havana Club clueless: Havana Club is a rum that is made in Cuba that is the nectar of the gods. I don’t now if it tastes so good because I can’t get it in the US or because it’s just so good. Maybe a combo of both. Some people have been known to smuggle it home. Not this law-abiding citizen. Not recently anyhow.
There are three levels of Havana Club that are available at the Grand. There are also a couple REALLY expensive types, but I don’t know where you’d get them, outside of Cuba. We’re talking $1000/bottle and up expensive. I’ve never had them, but I know they are out there.
There is the Havana Club that comes in a clear, standard looking bottle. This is usually what they bring me for the room. It’s okay.
A step up from that is the brown, sleek-looking bottle. I’ve gotten this a couple times.
As you can see from the picture, they brought it. I was a happy girl. Even if my hair was starting to do the crazy curl.
Before they brought it, I ordered chips, guac and sauce from room service. Tip: It’s not on the menu, but they will bring it if you ask.
We performed the ever important Ceremonial Removal of the Watch or CROW as it is affectionately known among my trip report groupies.
We hung out on the balcony while we waited for our snack and to see what kind of rum showed up. We enjoyed the view and the mesmerizing sound of the ocean. The sound alone is worth the upgrade.
You already saw what rum was delivered. We made Cuba Libre’s, which is an exotic name for a rum and coke. The coke in Mexico is tastier than that which is made in the US. I don’t know if this is the only difference, but Mexican coke is made with pure cane sugar, whereas US coke is made with high fructose corn syrup. Yum.
We sipped on our Cuba Libre’s and munched on our chips, guac and sauce and enjoyed life.
At that moment in time, life was very, very good. Unbelievably, this trip would get better and better.