Tell an Angelino that you’re Cuban and they immediately send you to one of two places: Porto’s Bakery or Versailles Restaurant.
But I already stood in line for 40 minutes on a Sunday morning for a Potato Ball™ (una papa rellena, meng). And I already discovered that the flan is more canela than leche. So now what?
Well, now I embark on a quest to find all things Cuban in this great city. And I’ll even discover non-Cuban things, but still find a way to Cubanify them, as that is the most Cuban thing to do.
Welcome to a Cuban’s Guide to Los Angeles.