"The sign above the entrance with a cartoon pig on it looks like it belongs to a carnival, and, in a sense, it does. This Bronx institution is a carnival of pork, serving stewed pig ears, crackly chicharron, and garlicky mofongo mixed with pernil in Fordham since 1983. Lit by long fluorescent lights, the counter-service spot is brighter than the sun, with a handful of stools, a few tables, and big trays of frituras lounging in the window. Grab a softball-sized papa rellena, and don’t skip the rich and crumbly morcilla." - Bryan Kim
Bryan Kim
