La Piraña Lechonera, which offers the closest factor New York Metropolis has to the expertise of consuming roast pork at a lechonera in Puerto Rico, is typically mistaken for a meals truck. It’s, the truth is, a trailer.
An extended steel field resting close to the nook of East 152nd Road and Wales Avenue within the South Bronx, the trailer is supported by its tires and two pilings of boards and cinder blocks. It seems to be much less like a parked automobile than a barge that washed ashore and is ready to be made seaworthy once more.
When the pandemic arrived, roast-pork trailers appeared to me to be among the many classes of eating places that had been particularly weak to financial disruption. I had eaten there shortly earlier than the shutdown and considered it typically in these early, panicky months, after I stopped writing restaurant evaluations for a time.
La Piraña survived, although. Partially out of gratitude for this truth, I’ve chosen it as the topic of the overview wherein I resume the longstanding New York Instances apply of ranking eating places on a four-star scale. We suspended the celebrities again in March 2020, and though the pandemic hasn’t ended, persons are going to eating places.
La Piraña, which is open solely on Saturdays and Sundays, packs extra pleasure into two days than most eating places do into per week. Until you’ve got arrived earlier than midday, you’ll in all probability have to attend earlier than you possibly can go inside, the place the meals is. While you’re nonetheless exterior, you’ll not be alone. Some skilled prospects carry garden chairs. Others sit on the curb. There’s a close to fixed circulate of foot visitors between the trailer and two close by bodegas, and quite a lot of common milling about on the street.
There shall be individuals who’ve pushed to La Piraña from Westchester County, or Connecticut, or New Jersey. They are going to be clustered in and round their minivans and S.U.V.s, passing pulpo, mofongo and lechón asado backwards and forwards by way of open home windows.
When your flip inside comes, you’ll climb a brief, rickety staircase and enter La Piraña’s world.
Piraña has been the nickname of Angel Jimenez since his childhood within the Puerto Rican seaside city of Aguadilla. Twenty-two years in the past he took over the pig-roasting enterprise his father had began within the South Bronx within the Nineteen Eighties, alongside together with his father’s recipes. Mr. Jimenez runs the lechonera alone. He’s the greeter, the order taker and the cashier. He’s the roaster of pigs, the fryer of tostones, the pounder of mofongo. He’s the genial keeper of order in a grease-smeared swirl of chaos that might be catastrophic for many meals companies however is without doubt one of the many charms of this one.
Every order of roast pork is separated from a a lot larger lower — a leg, a rib rack, a shoulder — by Mr. Jimenez’s machete, which he raises as excessive as he can after which brings down on his chopping board with a thwack that may be heard throughout the road. When he actually goes at it, meat and fats fly all over the place. I used to be within the trailer as soon as when a buyer standing subsequent to me loudly introduced that some pork had landed in his eye. He was not complaining.
Not everyone seems to be there for the lechón. There are those that by no means stray from the pulpo, that traditional Caribbean salad of chilly octopus with bell peppers, uncooked onions and inexperienced olives. The octopus at La Piraña may be very gentle however not spongy. The peppers are candy and juicy. It isn’t a spicy salad, however in the event you say sure when Mr. Jimenez gives to decorate it “my method,” he’ll cowl it with sizzling sauce and mojo de ajo — the garlic sauce that’s often known as mojito, though I met one buyer who calls it merely “God juice.” I’ve been consuming pulpo fortunately for a few years however I at all times underestimated it, I feel, till the day I ate a batch Mr. Jimenez had seasoned his method.
In recent times, some longtime Nuyorican eating places within the Bronx and different boroughs have been taken over by homeowners who aren’t of Puerto Rican descent. Others have merely closed. Reminiscences are fading. Flavors that when sang out have develop into muted. Mr. Jimenez’s meals, although, nonetheless tastes like one thing you may encounter on the island. A few of his followers will let you know that, the truth is, he cooks in an older model that’s not really easy to seek out as of late even in Puerto Rico itself.
God juice is a serious participant in La Piraña’s mofongo. A number of spoonfuls of it are pounded in a picket mortar with inexperienced plantains that had been fried to order. Then Mr. Jimenez works a amount of roast pork into the mash. No two bites are the identical.
An extended menu was once inscribed on the door. Not way back, it was painted over, almost definitely as a result of half the gadgets on it tended to not be accessible on any given day. Mr. Jimenez used to make a number of sorts of pastelillo, however not too long ago has been making only one. It occurs to be a superb one, a blistered, golden turnover with tiny shrimp inside.
Some weekends he additionally makes bacalaítos, flat salt-cod fritters with flecks of inexperienced herbs. They’re nearly as good as any I’ve ever purchased from the kiosks alongside the seaside highway in Piñones, which is to Puerto Rican fritters what Freeway 61 is to the blues.
For a lot of prospects, although, all these things are mere garnishes for the lechón. They’re issues to heap beside a mound of roast pork in a clamshell container already half-filled with mofongo or with rice and pigeon peas till the lid received’t shut, at which level Mr. Jimenez will in some way handle to insert a tough amber chip of pork pores and skin the dimensions of a beer coaster.
Very respectable lechón asado may be present in San Juan, however many individuals there’ll let you know that in the event you depart town and go into the hills and mountains you’ll find lechón that’s price planning a weekend round. At clusters of out of doors eating places in Trujillo Alto, in Naranjito, and above all in Guavate, whole pigs are slowly roasted on spits over wooden or charcoal till they’re tender sufficient to hack up with a machete. Lunch can simply develop into an all-day social gathering, with salsa enjoying, individuals dancing and empty bottles of Medalla Mild stacking up on the picnic tables.
True, a lechonera in Guavate would provide you with an assortment of meat from across the animal, whereas the pork Mr. Jimenez offers you tends to return from only one lower. (His propane-fueled outside oven is just too small to roast complete hogs.) However the yielding meat, the dripping fats and the hard-candy crackle on the pores and skin are the identical. So are the aromas of oregano and pepper.
Much more exceptional, I feel, is the way in which Mr. Jimenez has recreated the ambiance of a hillside lechonera on the streets of the South Bronx. It may be laborious to see at first, what with the double parking and the milling round and the consuming inside minivans, however the scene in and round La Piraña is one thing like a reunion for Puerto Ricans and anyone else who simply needs a shot of God juice.
Salsa from the heyday of Fania Information shall be blaring from a big speaker exterior, or a smaller speaker inside. Someday when neither speaker was round, a buyer propped his iPhone up contained in the trailer with a salsa playlist in full gallop.
A person who makes home-brewed pique, the Puerto Rican sizzling sauce, is commonly discovered promoting bottles of it exterior, simply as in Guavate. Sooner or later a buyer will FaceTime a relative distant and, saying “Guess the place I’m!”, will maintain the telephone as much as Mr. Jimenez. Mr. Jimenez will increase his machete within the posture of a ferocious warrior, then slam it down on the steel fringe of the counter so laborious you anticipate to see sparks. The routine is perhaps horrifying if he weren’t grinning like a person who is aware of he’s the host of the most effective picnic in New York.