Andrew C.
Yelp
I remember the night I first wondrously stumbled across Yambo. Now I probably don't quite remember the details of what exactly happened that night, because I'm sure it was lost in a cloud of rum 'n cokes, cigarettes, and whatever happens in the bathrooms at Space. But suddenly, staring into the abyss through the window of my Uber ride, there it was... Yambo.
Brightly lit on the dark streets of Little Havana, Yambo stands outs like an Oasis in the Sahara desert. I knew this was no ordinary restaurant. This is a place where something magical happens. This is a place that carries the very soul of Little Havana. What was this place that has a line at 3AM? With the bass still thumping in my cranium from the nights activities, it was settled, I had to find out.
"Yo Uber, drop me off right here"
Suddenly, I'm staring into a window pathetically trying to speak spanish. It all happened so fast and I'm frantically trying to figure out what everything is, but I want to try everything. Is that a pancake? Or a Pastry? Is this a meat or a vegetable? Well there's only one way to find out, so I order everything on the menu.
Every item on the menu is as though it was carefully crafted by experts in Nicaraguan cuisine. Masters of their craft, they deliver a breath taking experience unlike any other fritanga. Every bite is a tantalizing affair, alluring in complete fulfillment, but always left wanting more. Don't come here on a diet, no actually, do come here on a diet, as this is the perfect way to forget that calories are an actual thing. It's like every item is infuzed in butter, seeping through every pore and releases with every bite.
After finishing my meal, and usually having plenty to take home, I release a few notches on my belt and get up to leave. Suddenly I felt sorry for the midtownies and brickellistas.. Imaging spending all of your time east of the 95? So if this is you, and your curiously wondering what happens over here on the mean streets of Little Havana, bookmark this location into your Google Maps. The next time you find yourself out late with good friends having had one too many gin 'n tonics, your inebriated self with thank you immensely.