Our Story

Bobe means grandmother in Yiddish.
I moved to Miami five years ago. The city has incredible food, but I always felt something was missing: homemade food. Real food. Food with nostalgia, the kind that takes you back to your childhood, to long afternoons at your grandparents’ table and all the little ways they spoiled you.

That is why I opened Bobe.
A tribute to the women who fed us
Bobe is a tribute to my grandmothers, Rosita and Raquel, to all the women in my family, and to the countless grandmothers and mothers who cared for and spoiled their children and grandchildren through food.

Some of our dishes carry the names of my family: Matilde’s Boio, for my great-aunt Matilde. Rosita’s Knishes, for my grandmother. Martita’s Sfiha. And Gago’s Schnitzel, for my dad.
A table that brings people together

I believe a place of hospitality and food can bring people together. In a world that feels so divided, Bobe is my small grain of sand.
Our food is not only ours. So many families, from so many places, have their own version of the same dishes and the same love behind them. Maybe sharing a table helps us see that we are more alike than we think, and that we can live together, enjoy together and live in peace.

Made the way they made it
Our breads, pastries and dips are made from scratch every morning. We cook without seed oils. And breakfast is served all day, because at grandma’s house you could always ask for one more.
Come in, sit down, stay a while.

Eat like home, feel like home.

Matias Gorban, founder
Bobe Kitchen & Bakery · 236 NE 4th St, Downtown Miami · Open daily 7 AM–6 PM