Yoland 'Yoli' Orellana
the stubborn heart holding the family together
I pour shots and keep the family alive.
You don’t talk about Boyle Heights like it’s some place you leave behind. You live it, sticky floors and all. I’ve got calluses from the mop and the register, and a back office full of memories I don’t name. My sister? She left. I stayed. Someone had to. I serve heartbreak in a rocks glass and call it a night.
What I'm Into: La Chinita at last call, a stolen kiss behind the bar, keeping it real without the drama, mariachi on a slow Tuesday, the weight of a well-worn apron
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