Porky's

The rhythmic chop-chop-chop of the machete resounds. Close your eyes and you might be standing in a sugarcane field. Hiding behind a bouquet of orange zinnias, a plaster Madonna surveys a spacious dining room well cooled against the blistering heat of East Tremont Street. I was drawn inside by an enticing display of mounded pig parts, fist-size chunks of meat interspersed with swatches of glistening bronze skin, among which a few facial features could be discerned.

El Gran Bohio ("the great big shack") is the Bronx's premier lechonera. Specializing in roast pork, this type of institution is usually found by rural roadsides in Puerto Rico, often in rickety wooden sheds. An amazing bargain—nearly everything is $6 per pound. The roast pork is allocated by a hacker who cultivates the impartiality of a judge, divvying up lean and fatty parts, and giving every order an identical quantity of skin. The meat is transcendently tasty—still warm from the oven, well salted, and oozing grease. If you prefer more skank, grab morcilla, a thick blood sausage that coils like a dark gray garden hose. Though there's a hint of cumin in the crumbly, rice-laced link, chile pepper predominates. Accept the counterguy's offer of the dishwater garlic sauce, which serves equally well for morcilla, boiled plantain, roast pork, or chicharrón de cerdo—portions of meat with skin roasted and then deep-fried.

Apart from pork, there aren't too many options. Octopus salad, rice and peas, and mofongo are the most popular, the latter made to order in the back out of woody plantains mashed with leftover nuggets of pig. A perfect piece of skin flies like a flag over the sculpted mound, and it's up to you to drown it in the delicious accompanying gravy.

Bananarama: Plantains get thrown in with sausage for El Gran Bohio's mofongo.
photo: Jay Muhlin
Bananarama: Plantains get thrown in with sausage for El Gran Bohio's mofongo.

Details

El Gran Bohio
791 East Tremont Avenue,
Bronx,
718-299-4218.
Open daily 7 a.m. to 8:30 p.m.
Cash only.
Wheelchair accessible with assistance.


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