I discovered this place walking up on Bloor St during Open Streets TO before meeting up a friend for the Folk Festival on Christie Pitts park.
I ordered the arepas because I love the Venezuelan street food. The Colombian version of the dish is too bland for me. It was a bland corn tortilla barely toasted with cheese inside.
I was reminded how tamales may taste differently between Nicaraguan, El Salvadorian and Mexican; how bar-b-que can taste differently in Toronto and the South (I don't know enough of this cuisine to describe it more). Just because I didn't like Colombian arepas, doesn't make them less of a dish. It is still a Colombian traditional dish. Just like for some, "x" tamales may be tastier and more flavourful than 'y' tamales.
I don't think I would return to this store, but if you are in the search for yerba mate, flour, coffee, this hospital white, innocuous cafe is your place outside of the usual suspect, Kensington Market.