Rotisserie Romados

There are as many Portuguese restos in my neighborhood as deppaneurs. Two of the city’s most critically acclaimed, Coco Rico and Romados, are both within a five minute walk of my apartment. When I was moving into this loft, I picked up a rotisserie chicken and some roti pork from Coco Rico to feed myself and my girlfriend as we unpacked boxes. The meat had been allowed to cook until it became unpalatable and mushy and we ended up discarding it altogether and fetching some sandwiches from Schwartz’s. How Coco Rico remains a frequented hot spot, beloved by all, is frankly completely beyond my understanding. I have been trying to muster the ambition to give it another try, but even walking by and seeing those wrinkly chicken carcasses fills me with sadness.

It is because of my Coco Rico experience that I had been leery of trying Romados, but I recently convinced myself that it was worth the trouble. After passing by and viewing hundreds of chickens grilled up through their tiny window on Rachel, I finally decided to feed myself one. Am I ever thankful for that.
Rotisserie Romados…