Mary B.
Yelp
Favorite Cuban restaurant in Miami. Did I get your attention with that? I will tell you a story that will help you understand why this one is my favorite at the end of this, another long review. Sit tight.
I found this place by walking into every restaurant in Little Havana on Calle Ocho trying to pick one, based on the look of happiness the consumers were wearing. I would not have known that this market had such a charming restaurant inside, had I not walked in.
Have you ever noticed that many a good restaurant find themselves tied to an adjacent market? I have a theory. Could it be that these restaurants have such available fresh produce to be passed on to us? -Just a theory.
I enter and spy the sleek bar to the right of the market, sold out of seats by Cuban customers who are sitting in front of steaming, glossy plates of gorgeous-looking traditional Cuban meals. All eyes are closed.
Have a seat at the bar, and your server will offer you a glass of ice water. Or. Go and pick out a beverage from the market's refrigerators. Your server will just add it to the bill.
I tried an exotic sugar-free soda that I had never seen anywhere else. I didn't love it but I do love to try new things!
I dined here several times during my Miami visit. I loved everything.
The specials are written on a chalkboard behind the bar in Spanish. You can ask for a menu which lists everything for you in English and Spanish. There are specials which change daily.
I promised my good friend Valerie C. that I would order oxtail stew in Little Havana. I made a note to return Sunday night when it is the daily special.
I sat at the bar with my drink and said hello to my neighbors with a smile and a nod. I started with chicharos. Not to be confused with chicharron! Chicharos, means split pea soup. Holy smokes the split pea soup is good here! A meal on its own. $1.50.
I ordered the grilled fish, (pescado) which came with two sides. I chose white rice and sweet plantains. ($8) The presentation was contemporary, beautiful and clean. Totally unexpected at the bar/counter of a small Cuban market.
Phenomenal. The fish (snapper) was perfectly cooked. Perfectly seasoned. It was aromatic, tender and light. Topped with grilled onions and a fragrant garlic broth. The sides were also excellent and suited the fish perfectly. (5 solid stars)
I returned a couple more times. On Sunday, every table was taken. I snagged the last seat at the bar. Everyone ordered the same thing. True to my promise, I also ordered the oxtail stew. Oxtail stew is also a nostalgic dish in American soul food.
Oxtail soup is comfort food to South America, West Africa, China, Indonesia and Korea. Oxtail stew is cherished by Jamaica, Trinidad, West Indian cultures, Southern Africa, American and Cuban soul food. Look how many of us can agree on what good is! Now let's get together on the rest!
Here, the oxtail is cooked in an aromatic garlic and tomato broth. It falls apart like a house of cards. It comes second to one other Cuban restaurant's version. In Vegas. It was simmered in tart green olives. -Yum. But I was so glad to have tried this dish here. Ordering it here made me feel part of the family that is comforted by this dish every Sunday.:-)
The ambiance, the food, the convenience, the value, the location and the delicious food are all part of what ranks this my favorite Cuban restaurant. But being a solo tourist has me in love with eating at this bar in particular, where everyone is made to feel like part of the family.
Why I love to eat at the bar of a nice restaurant comes with a story. I was once jealous. Years ago.
I let a girl crash at my house when she was down on her luck. We became good friends. She had many a boyfriend buy her various things. One paid her cellphone bill, another bought her New Year's eve gown on Rodeo. I bought mine at Macy's. On sale.
"She must be so much prettier than me!" Or so thought. I worked very hard for my income & Independence & still do. Then one day. I caught my boyfriend and this girl together.
I was so sad. I got into my car and drove. To a fancy French restaurant that I had always wanted to try but thought out of my price range. I ordered champagne, a beautiful meal and. Cried my eyes out.
When the bill came, I took cash from my wallet and paid. I was 21. It dawned on me. I didn't have to "ask" a boyfriend to buy me this meal. And I didn't want to! It was my first time dining alone. First time I noticed eyes on me. In a good way! I'm oblivious!
I dried my tears. made the boyfriend an ex, told the girl to find another place to sleep for free. She did.
Now. I LOVE taking myself out to dinner solo. Bar seats rule. -It makes me feel like a beautiful girl. More than make up could ever.
Ladies, beautiful independent girls, (& guys) who pay for their own. Dine here at the bar. It's great! & never be jealous. Of anyone:-)