"As its name suggests, La Casita Blanca is, in fact, a "little white house." The walls are lined with potted plants and island kitsch, the tables are topped with patterned plastic tablecloths and old rum bottles filled with flowers, and the (strictly Spanish) menu is scribbled on a worn old chalkboard that looks as though it's been here since the restaurant opened 30 years ago. As soon as you sit down, you’re welcomed with a basket of bacalaitos (codfish fritters) and little bowls of plantain soup, on the house. Some days, you're in the mood for some sexy modernist cuisine. Other days, all you want is grandma's cooking. On those days, come here." - Kris Fordham