"You’re coming to El Rincon for the sole purpose of eating an arepa stuffed with sweet plantains and shredded beef, a patacon with perfectly crispy tostones, and cachapa that’s so fluffy a single tear will roll down your cheek. The space is very small, with a handful of card tables and folding chairs. It’s decorated with Venezuelan flags, paintings, and a TV playing various concerts provides the playlist. Yes, the juices from the incredible pulled pork might drip out of the little basket it’s precariously served in, but you won’t care. The food is too good and the service too friendly to get upset about anything." - adrian kane, courtney sprewer, veda kilaru, john ringor