Several things came to mind when my dad asked me to write this run-down.

All the wonderful Saturdays I spent with Pops learning the importance of keeping things clean and authentic with old-school Cuban flavor, that even my lil’ siblings Z and T can appreciate.

The times I spent overhearing informal conversations with his visiting friends about everything from the food to the new funky kicks he got, and some of the funny adventures they had shared.

Ask an adult, they’ll talk about the standing/no-seating counter, the retro wall boards, the abuelita look of the ladies serving, the cash only policy and the amazing place that has lived in a blue collar region of Doral for over 35 years. A place “Where everybody knows your name” they say.

And let’s not forget the food. And everybody else.

Well, they all want to know the who, when, and why is this locale called “LOS BOBOS”?

For this answer, you will need to come in and see non-other than the Man, the Myth, the Legend, my Dad himself, Tony Bobo. P.S. Gramps and Grandma will also gladly tell you the story behind the name, shortly after they chuckle and mock the question. And yeah, they still work there.

Love, K (founder’s granddaughter)