Opened by young Spanish immigrant José García (aka ‘Joe’) in 1919, this bar earned its name for its dodgy sanitation and soggy ropa vieja (shredded-beef) sandwich. Legendary among expats before the revolution, it closed in the '60s after a fire but was reincarnated in 2013 behind the same noble neoclassical facade. And it's still serving decent cocktails and soggy sandwiches.
Granted, it's touristy these days, but the interior is true to its predecessor, as old black-and-white photos (most of which feature Frank Sinatra with a glass in his hand) testify.
