“Do not come to Cuba for fine dining.” “Meals in Cuba are not a gastronomic delight.” “Many a mediocre meal in state-owned restaurants.”

So begin the “Food” sections in several best-selling guidebooks on Cuba. And for many flavorless years, they were right. Under socialist rationing, eating out on the Pearl of the Antilles was…well, what you’d expect from a restaurant industry dictated by central planning. Bland, bureaucratic, soulless.

But all that’s old news.

Today, Cuba’s exploding private-restaurant sector is bursting with flavor, as relaxed government regulations and innovative chefs come together to serve up the island’s current gastronomic bloom.

You can thank the paladares—literally, “palates.” In just five years, these privately owned eateries, usually run out of the owner’s house, have sprouted all over Havana and other cities, like plantains on the spiny trees that dot the country. Taking their nickname from a canteen in a popular Brazilian soap opera, they’ve initiated a revolution that fuses incipient, grass-roots capitalism with a culinary tradition stretching back to Columbus.

A revolution not of hombres armados, but of lechón asado, Cuba’s national dish.

Gastronomy on the Sly

For foodies clamoring to visit Cuba, 1993 was the banner year.

Why 1993? Because it was then that Fidel Castro signed a decree authorizing limited private enterprise on the island—including restaurants. Seemingly overnight, micro-entrepreneurs rose up to challenge the stodgy comedores (dining rooms) in the state-run hotels.

Meeting the demand for these entrepreneurial edibles, however, was difficult. In those bad old days, paladar owners found themselves enmeshed in ordinances: 12 chairs maximum in their dining rooms, no seafood or beef (the state tourism industry had a monopoly), no advertising. Owners had to buy ingredients at retail prices. Taxation was high, enforcement arbitrary.

Then, in 2011, Castro’s brother Raúl cut through some of the regulatory bloat. Now restaurants could seat 50. Licenses were easier to come by. Employment codes were relaxed. The number of paladares shot up, from 75 in Havana to some 2,000.

In 2014, when President Obama normalized relations with Cuba, the island seemed to hold its breath before an apertura (opening) of major proportions.

Today that opening is still pending—the U.S. trade embargo remains in place—but for paladar owners and their clients, all this simply turns dining into an adventure, an exercise in ingenuity.

Take the matter of ingredients. Since Cuba has no wholesale food industry, getting hold of the requisite rations can be a challenge. Some restaurateurs directly employ their own fishermen, who bring their catch each morning. Others use networks of family and friends (“my aunt has a cousin, who knows a guy, who knows a guy”) to get fresh produce, or dairy products, which official policy earmarks for children under seven.

Even finding the paladares can be like navigating a labyrinth. Since advertising is outlawed, most establishments sport just a simple plaque outside the door.

“Everything here is done on the sly,” says restaurateur Lilliam Dominguez Palenzuela, shrugging her shoulders.

Cubanidad in the Kitchen

In the 1920s, Cuba’s nationalist leaders began celebrating cubanidad—the mixed-race, black-and-white-and-indigenous heritage that makes Cubans Cuban. Today, that cubanidad is abundantly on display, and nowhere more so than in Havana’s kitchens.

It comes from the triple swirl of peoples that make up the national stew. When the Spanish arrived on the island in 1492, they found an indigenous culture living off a diet of local staples: black beans, yams, cassava, maize. All of these ingredients made their way into the great mishmash that is comida criolla, Cuba’s national cuisine of today.

Africa, too, was key. The mass importation of black slaves into Cuba’s sugar plantations in the 18th and 19th centuries supplied further spice to the Cuban pot: okra, plantains, taro root.

Add to all this the Spaniards’ own contributions—bean soups made of dried peas and garbanzos; spices like cumin, oregano, and cilantro; the sofrito of lightly fried onions, peppers, and garlic that accompanies just about every dish—and you have a mix of ingredients corresponding to Cuba’s racial mestizaje.

Cubanidad, a la Carte

This medley is what’s behind the delicacies served in every paladar. Dishes like lechón asado, a roasted leg of pork marinated in bitter oranges, garlic, and oregano that Cubans eat at Christmastime, or ajiaco, a meat-and-vegetable stew usually prepared with boiled beef and maize.

For comfort food that doesn’t just comfort, but seemingly solves all the world’s problems, try ropa vieja, shredded beef in spicy tomato sauce, or picadillo, ground beef with olives and raisins.

And yes, you can get delicious Cuban sandwiches here, layered with ham and roast pork and pickles and mustard, but no, they weren’t actually invented in Cuba. (Thank the refugees from the revolution in Miami.)

Where to Go

Paladares change names and addresses often, so one of the best ways to find good ones is simply to ask around. That said, the following Havana emporia have established themselves as go-to spots for tourists:

La Cocina de Lilliam

Calle 48, No. 1311, Miramar

President Carter ate here during a recent visit to Cuba; consequently, owner Lilliam Dominguez Palenzuela’s hook is “Feel like a president for a night.” The spacious, leafy setting inside an old colonial mansion makes this a feast for all the senses. Criollo fusion food at its most elegant.

Doña Eutimia

Callejón de Chorro, No. 60c, Havana Centro

Situated next to Havana’s cathedral, this now-classic diner serves up big portions of picadillo and ropa vieja. The elderly Leticia, the owner, has no formal training, assuring customers that she prepares every dish just the way her mother did. When you taste them, you’ll believe her.


Calle 5, entre Paseo y Calle 2, Vedado

The menu at this excellent bistro is more experimental, changing every day. Cross your fingers when you go, and hope for the conejo al vino (rabbit in wine). The mansion that houses it is atmosphere personified.

About the Author

Mike Gasparovic is a freelance writer, editor, and translator. He devotes his free time to studying the history, art, and literature of the Spanish-speaking world and learning about its people. He currently lives in Lima. He currently lives in Lima and wrote this article on behalf of Tucan Travel, experts in travel experiences in Cuba and all over Latin America.

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