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Michael Penfield | Oct 23, 200002:34 PM

Last weekend some friends and I ate at Bamboleo, a new Latin spot at Selby and Dale in St. Paul about two miles west of the cathedral on the hill. We ordered an appetizer of three tostadas, then entrees of Jamaican pork topped with mango sauce with sides of rice and beans, another dish called Chicken Tropicana, and a plate of jumbo spicy shrimp with mussels. I accompanied my pork with the blue monkey, a frothy cocktail with Curacao which tasted like ambrosia, the orange, pineapple and coconut medley I was served as a kid. The bartender gave us a round of his latest concoction, a cocktail with Midori and other ingredients whose names escape me now. We didn't taste any flaws in the food or the drinks, although we were concerned about the one mussel whose shell was closed-are they okay to eat? Anyway we survived the experience.

While we ate there, a guy came in to order some food to go, which struck me as an unwise idea, since there's nothing wrong with the ambience except they need louder music and a dance floor.

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