Arepas are best when you are just out of a party, almost wasted, say, 4 a.m., and with a bunch of equally wasted pals. Then you line up. You never know for how long because you are too far gone to care. You shout your order over the counter, and sit on a stool or wait standing. The order usually includes a blended juice of some sort of extravagant combination of tropical fruits and animal body parts (yeah), medlar and mango, or if you feel daring, orange juice- carrot -beet and bull eye (yeah, bull eye). Oh, the memories of home.