To clear up any confusion for those of you that are uninformed in the ways of Frita history, this Morro Castle (1201 W 44th Place) in Hialeah and the now-closed Morro Castle restaurant in Little Havana were once owned by the same person.
I hold this Morro Castle close to my heart because it’s where I tried my first Frita Cubana as a kid. My father brought me here to have a Cuban Hamburger. In other words, he was using terminology that was sure to trick me into having one.
It worked, and even though a frita seemed so foreign to me back then I find it odd when I encounter someone who has never tried one.
Morro Castle restaurant is cash-only, but there is an ATM. There are tables, but I sat at the counter just like I did many years ago.
I ordered a frita, come on. What else were you expecting?
As I bit into the frita, I closed my eyes. I remember my dad looking down intently at me as I was about to try it. He was so happy that I liked it. And now, looking back, it’s where my life-long obsession with fritas started.
When I opened my eyes, the frita was gone. It was great, so I took a few to go. I called up my Pops on my way out and told him I was at Morro Castle. He mentioned that I ate my first Frita there.
Who could forget something like that?
Don’t forget the churros!