The Best and/or Only Tres Leches in Melbourne

When I was two turning three years old, I was enamoured with Rosita from Sesame Street. If you’re unfamiliar, she was a turquoise-coloured, bilingual Muppet who hailed from Mexico. As mimicry is the greatest form of flattery, I began telling people I was from Mexico too. A few years later, I realised that I was not, in fact, from Mexico, but from Puerto Rico. I was not born there, my maternal grandfather was. But this was enough to satisfy me and confirm my Latin heritage. It swiftly became an integral part of my identity. I literally and physically began devouring everything I could grasp of my culture at the time. Heaping plates of rice + beans + platanos + a fried egg, caramel-doused flan, cafe con leche. (It’s no wonder I grew to develop such a raging coffee habit.) <a href="https://medium.com/@quincymalesovas/the-best-and-or-only-tres-leches-in-melbourne-d948d19f4918?source=tag_recommended_feed---------58-85----------melbourne----------5daada9a_42f4_41a5_aff3_7fe68fea5f3f-------">Read More</a>