Arepita

You're in Market Hall on Tennant Street, weaving through the stalls, and the smell hits you first—corn, cheese, meat, something proper delicious happening in that kitchen. Arepita's the real deal: Venezuelan arepas made fresh, none of that mass-produced nonsense. Watch them work the griddle, slap together these stuffed corn cakes with fillings that actually taste like someone cares. It's quick, it's honest, and it's the kind of spot that makes you wonder why you've been eating the same old sandwiches for lunch.