Our family was born and raised in Miami, Florida. Like most Miamians, we are first generation Cuban Americans. Spanish is our first language, Cuban bread is toasted with butter and dunked in café con leche, Rice is stored in the big green Keebler soda cracker bins, loud is the only setting, hand movements are a must in any conversation, pointing is done with the pucker of the lips, and where Sundays aren't Sundays without bakery style breakfast and Arroz con Pollo dinners.
When we moved here, we knew there wasn't going to be much of, if any, Cuban anything. I was okay with that, because I can make it at home. But there is nothing like walking into a place that feels like home, that speaks your language and serves your food. That you can be loud with, that you can speak Spanish to, that you can enjoy the music of your people, that you can be yourself and buy things that you need for your home and bellies.
Havanbama came to fruition when I felt like I can be that place. I can make the cafecito, the cuban pastries, the food, etc. I enjoy bringing people together and making each person, no mater where they are from, feel welcomed and at home and that's what I want Havanabama to be = your home away from home.