Cafe Con Leche

The salsa and guacamole are great, stick with those if you can. Both the chicken and the pork were far too dry.

After eating out every week for the year and a half we have lived in Chicago, and rarely dining at the same place twice, this place sticks out in my memory as some of the worst food I’ve had in this city.
Just don’t eat here. I really wanted to like it. The location is nice and the patio looked so inviting (the sole reason I am giving them ANY stars). But then they served me steamed white rice and canned beans with chunks of hot dog in them (I mean…). Nothing was edible. We left the restaurant and went straight home to make grilled cheese. Spare yourself.

My boyfriend and I have been coming here for awhile and it is the best mix of Spanish food for miles!!! the food is incredible, the service is laid back and friendly, and the owner goes above and beyond to make sure everyone has a great time here. We use to go the D’Noche near Logan Square, but never again, this location has surpassed the Logan Square location big time. Again the food, is authentic, fresh, the location is fun, and the employes are great. It is great to see the Owner there almost everyday to ensure his customers are enjoying their food and time. Great Place to go, and all the extra family touches are nice,
The only suggestion we have that could make the menu form 99% to 100% perfect is some arroz con gandules!!!
Thanks!

This latin fusion place has a ways to go. Food is just ok — and some just bad. Had the eggs over sopes and the eggs were over done and sopes too hard and stale. My son ordered the scrambled eggs with toast and potatoes it was cold from the start. The potatoes were awful. Not sure how you can mess up breakfast potatoes but they did. The only thing that i liked was the quac (seemed freshly made) and my wife said her Cubano sandwich was good. To top of the experience, service was bad. Consistent with other reviews. Very slow and not attentive. Got chips with no salsa to start and took too long to get someone to take our order (ironic since there were at least 4 people behind the counter just standing around).
The location is great and menu seems inventive. Just wish it was executed better.

They had seemed like such a perfect couple that when they got divorced, I didn’t want to get between them. Café Con Leche — Logan Square and Café Con Leche — Bucktown, I mean.
Since both are equally accessible off of Milwaukee, I tried not to take sides. They were both friendly restaurants to me, after all. Sometimes I’d go to one and sometimes I’d go to the other. And right after the breakup, Bucktown seemed to be holding up okay, even telling me once as I sat down, «we’re the better of the two.» And, sure enough, at least aesthetically, they were at the time. Heated patio, b.y.o.b. status (hawt!), and lots more indoor seating than the little lunch counter that was Logan Square.
But, then, something happened. Logan Square healed quicker and lost some weight (or something). They were on the prowl. They opened up a fancy new dining room and they got a liquor license! All Bucktown seemed to be doing while its former partner got on to bigger and better things, was clinging to its morals. They were the more authentically Cuban of the two (none of those Mexican dishes polluting the menu), they had tostones, they served more varieties of coffee, and they had a much better location (right off Six Corners). Truthfully, though, what they had was… well…cooks that just plain were not as good.
But they still had their Chicagoland famous chilaquiles all day long and I would go there to partake when I was closer to that location. That was until my visit today. Today when I asked for that signature of Café Con Leche yumminess, I was told, «that’s only for breakfast.»
Only for breakfast? Chilaquiles? That is blasphemy!
I sighed (internally), and ordered a backup — the chile rellenos. The only word to describe them was gross (no thesaurus necessary, that was the first word that came to mind). When the server brought them out, I saw her turn to the cook and ask, «chile rellenos?» like no one ever ordered them. Biting into them, I could see why. Or, more to the point, I couldn’t even tell what they were. Maybe it’s the Cuban way of making the dish,