Before undertaking something foreign and new, it helps to talk to an expert, e.g., consulting your big brother before your first sexual experience, or consulting Big Brother before
committing doublethink thoughtcrime uh oh... Restaurants should act accordingly, as evidenced by Parada 22.
When the Weird Fish dude decided to open a Puerto Rican joint, he figured that in order to make it look and taste authentico, he'd better bring in a consultant named Gloria, who refers to herself simply as "the Puerto Rican"; the result's a raw, shack-like space with both brightly colored n' exposed brick walls, picnic tables, hanging Edison bulbs, and a big wall-mounted cabinet stocked with typical 'Rican canned goods and foodstuffs like, ummm... ask Gloria. Steeped in tradition, the grub ranges from the heaping Cubano sandwich (roast pork with sweet ham, pickles, mustard, and Swiss), to the caramelized onion steak, to fried plantains, to spiced chicken breast that's been pounded for tenderness -- take a lesson, Ike Turner. Liquid options include a bang-up beer list that's been compiled with help from Monk's Kettle, and next door neighbor Cha Cha Cha's Sangria, which is famously potent, like Lil' Hercules.
All the grub's served in to-go boxes, unless you order the menu's crown jewel, a whole fried fish that's served on a platter with a note from Gloria that says "I LOVE Y..", oh no...