I am a slave to [some of] my desires, so I am, in fact, making cafecito right this instant. After a fruitless effort at El Torito on Cherokee, I headed for La Tropicana. I knew I should have gone there first, this being a Cuban thing, alas. At any rate, my cafe is currently brewing and it smells delicious. Here's my pot on the gas and a pic of the ground espresso and the maker box.