"You saw that news photo on Page Six of a chunky fatty Jack Nicholson inhaling a foot-long sandwich as thick as his own midsection? Well, Cuba has one special hotel in a redone mansion in Old Havana. It has the equivalent of a presidential suite. In it you are told—if not actually shown the specific spot—that: 'This is where Jack Nicholson threw up.'" Some days we just want to give Cindy Adams a great big old hug.