Nearly an hour had gone by and all we had done was walk around looking for cheap or tasty sounding and looking food and we had found nothing. On the map was a place called Las Vegas and it was a restaurant that looked moderately priced but we couldn't find it. Like always when you walk past a bar or restaurant the front of house is always pestering you to come in making up all this bullshit and if you have a head on you will never work. We went in one place, it was a hotel bar but served food, the menu was just like BM but it wasn't BM and we knew what BM was like, could this be better, maybe but we never stuck around to find out, I don't know why but we left to go elsewhere and on our way out got hounded by somebody who may have worked there but wanted to take us to another place he knew, called 'Las Vegas'. We jumped at the chance and followed as he took us through the most run down streets we had seen yet past homeless beggars and an aggressive little dog. Another bloody let down, the prices were sky high, the place looked rubbish and it was some poky little restaurant next to the Las Vegas bar. Unanimously and without words we all agreed to head straight to BM and get what we know and love and enjoy the friendly and loving ambience that the place has. Walk or get a taxi, my rough estimate of time gave us an arrival in about forty minutes give or take. The walk was all the way along the harbour from Central Havana to Old Havana, a straight route along one road. It was getting pretty late now, my watch was reading about 21.40pm. We were all really hungry and weren't too into walking but walked a bit anyway and kept and eye out for taxis as to speed up our journey time to BM. We got a taxi and were there in no time at all.