The Journey To Pernil

Two weeks later, I still am savoring the lechon/pernil I ate in San Juan, Puerto Rico.  After we did our tour, I asked the driver for a place where we can have authentic Puerto Rican food, specifically pernil, because that's one of my brother's favorites, and I wanted him to taste the Puerto Rican style of cooking it, since I remembered it to be good. He told me there was a place at the back of the Sheraton hotel, and I was familiar with that area, since that's where we all stayed when we were there two years ago. So I walked around and sure enough, found the place: it's called La Lechonera, and in the window they had fresh roast pig pitted on charcoal. I thought that was a good sign, and so we all went in and ordered, which they sold by the pund inside. It was so so delicious - the skin was crispy, and the meat was the best I have tasted it. It was spiced, and the meat fell off the bones. Even the white meat part, usually bland and rubbery,w as moist, and oh so tasty. For once, I did not mind the white meat. Dare I say it, but it was miles away from the Filipino lechon, the meat part anyway. I know that two years ago, this place was not here yet, because we couldn't have missed this. It was so delicious that I wouldn't mind going back to Puerto Rio again just to taste it again. Well, apparently, according to Tony, they have a branch in Tampa, so that's a slightly shorter trip, ha ha. 

The more we thank God for the blessings we receive,
the more we open the way for further blessings.

~ Betty J. Eadie