"Judging by the crowd here, your grandparents probably already know about this vetted viejito spot. The Spanish deli next to Versailles is where your abuelo and his retired friends disappear every Friday around lunch only to return smelling like fried chorizo. It doubles as a tiny market and even smaller restaurant, where tortilla españolas are shared in a cramped room surrounded by more wine than you could drink in 100 lifetimes. Call ahead for reservations—eight out of the 10 tables are usually reserved by big groups sharing a whole cochinillo you need to pre-order a day in advance. Your abuelos are right to keep La Vasca Deli under wraps. Maybe they’ll let you join them if you’re cool enough (and can keep a secret)." - mariana trabanino, virginia otazo
