Early last week, I was in Park Slope sitting at a table filled with big, delicious sandwiches. Sounds pretty rad, right? And it was! But then my buddy Molly texted me a photo of her afternoon meal: a platter of chicharrones and a pair of dank ass morcillos. Suddenly, despite the riches before me in Brooklyn, my only thought was fuck, I wish I was up in the Bronx right now.
Such is the allure of 188 Cuchifritos, a stone classic that's been serving Fordham Heights locals an incredible array of Puerto Rican and Dominican favorites since 1982. So, two days later I got on the D train for an overdue feast just off the Concourse, and it was, as always, a deeply satisfying, even life-affirming, experience.
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