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"One spring dinner at Casa Adela played in my memory like a fever‑dream symphony: pernil asado so tender and fatty it collapsed with a butter‑knife, a half roasted chicken we dismantled with our fingers, a Cubano with extra pickles, sweet and sultry bacalao a la Vizcaina, chuletas fritas, and garlicky mofongo topped with a thick chicharon still bearing a layer of fatty meat — we used at least half a bottle of their house‑made scotch bonnet hot sauce." - Eater Staff