ETA: I don’t really know enough about Cuban cuisine to evaluate Victor’s at length, but I’ll tell you this: by a fluke, I went there for dinner one night with E. and then to breakfast the next morning there with G. Whenever I’m with either of them, we yap on unceasingly about whatever comes to mind. But at both meals, when the food came and we began to eat, we were struck silent for a few minutes. I would go to Victor’s again in a hot second.