The name alone made me want to eat here. Arepa. Doesn’t it just roll off the tongue like a Venezuelan love song, and conjure up images of hot summer nights? (No? Just me?)
A couple of friends and I had been dying to try this new-ish Queen Street restaurant and finally got around to eating at Arepa Cafe last week. And even though the menu was long-ish and everything sounded positively mouthwatering, all three of us happened to order the same arepa, a vegetarian beauty of fried plantain, black beans, avocado and grated old cheddar, all packed into a griddled cornmeal street food type pocket.
I swear; the thing weighed about two pounds -- surprisingly heavy for its size (kind of like me).
It was beyond savoury, and they also bring a few house-made sauces to the table so you can paint your own, including a garlic mayo, green pepper sauce, and a hot sauce that tastes like delicious fire.
It’s the perfect go-to meal for days like these.