Two months till the Puertoriqueños retake Manhattan. We stopped by Sazon Perez tonight to honor the date. (I can't believe they have a website! Dinner costs like four bucks.) The thick girl behind the counter explained that their two fish dishes were "catfish and regular fish." Went with the catfish and habichuelas, with a side of pernil. The guy next to me in line started talking to me in broken English, telling me to order the pernil, which I obviously was going to do anyway. This happens literally two out of three times I go there. It's risky business to migrate to Spanish mid-conversation, though, so usually my little talks with the locals end with one of us saying something the other one doesn't understand, and then the other guy nods in feigned agreement. Then we both slide away slowly to opposite sides of the room, staring at the ground.
Anyway, more shots from last year...
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