Mary M.
Yelp
The first time I brought Yely's takeout home, my roommate took two bites of the rice, stopped eating, and stared at her plate. "What do they put in the rice to make it taste like that?" she asked.
"I don't know. Probably crack."
It's not crack, but it is that addictive: I will go far, far out of my way for a plate of Yely's rice with chicharones. I've had it elsewhere, and nowhere else measures up, so despite the fact that Yely's is wicked inconvenient for me, I keep coming back. The savory goodness of the rice, the salty crunchy meaty goodness of the chicharones...they're just perfect. It's what I go for every time I'm here. I've tried other stuff as well: tostones, empanadas, fried chicken. It was all good (except the tostones which were quite dry, but then, I've yet to find tostones in Boston that weren't Sahara-Desert dry), but none of it was a standout.
Don't be too influenced by the reviews that go on about the "sketchy" neighborhood and the notion that Anglos don't get treated right. If you walk around expecting people to treat you like you don't belong there, they probably will, because you'll be acting weird. If you don't walk around with that attitude, they'll almost certainly just go about their business and stay out of yours -- unless, of course, their business is selling you crack rice and chicharones, in which case they'll take your money and give you your food and everyone will be happy.