Toes curling in the warm white sand as a sensuous mento rhythm drifts upwards into the starry night.

You take a sip of red wine and savor the gentle Caribbean breeze that flickers a candle and caresses your skin.

In the near distance, the sound of the waves lapping at a moonlit shore soothes your soul.

You are far away now...drifting...drifting...caught up in the sheer pleasure of a concert for the senses.

But then...

a large plate of steaming lobster garnished with sharp garlic or hot curry arrives and is placed gently on the table before you.

This is Kuyaba. This is your feast.