Is it possible to start out a blog on Gloria Estefan without some sort of allusion to rhythm and its getting you? Is it even possible to avoid aforementioned allusion when the place is called Bongo's? Considering how inescapably annoying that song is, probably not. But here's an attempt:
In the spring, Gloria Estefan will be opening Bongo's Cuban Cafe at Seminole Hard Rock Hotel and Casino, which will celebrate Cuba's "glory days" as a Latin paradise with excellent cuisine, tropical atmosphere, and genuine Cuban aesthetics. The main dining room will be designed as a Cuban supper club, "with tiered seating, custom upholstered banquettes, dual drum kits over the bar and a 25-foot open-display rotisserie." Bongo's will also include a high-rollers suite, VIP area, and various bars. But be weary of those who break out in conga lines as they feel the conga beats. Run, before the rhythm gets you, and bad, bad, bad, bad music makes you feel so good.