Way back when, when I was much younger, I would frequent a neighborhood hole-in-the-wall kind of place every Friday night (there really were holes in the wall, each with a detailed story).  This place was special.  It had extreme character and characters, beautifully colorful people and hand-painted murals of them, free flowing spirits and free spirited bar tenders, bathroom walls that told stories through their ‘underwater’ paintings, Calypso music throughout and a patio with thatched umbrella tables overlooking…..the parking lot.  And did I mention a kitchen manager that aimed to please.  Oh yes, the later in the evening you hung in….the more creative he became.  And that is where this Cuban Tilapia recipe was born.  One LATE Friday night….many…