Puerto Rican comfort food

With soulful sandwiches and an upbeat vibe, El Cafeito in tattered Kensington is rich indeed.

April 04, 2010|By Rick Nichols, Inquirer Columnist
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  • Cubano sandwich, passion-fruit batido at El Cafeito.
  • Cubano sandwich, passion-fruit batido at El Cafeito.
  • Lisa Padilla, chef/co-owner, came on board from Jones. El Cafeitos first birthday is next month, and the partners are dreaming bigger.

Had you happened by the corner of Third and Cecil B. Moore Avenue in West Kensington one day last week, you might have noticed strawberry plants positioned for planting along the margins of El Cafeito, the artsy cafe specializing in Puerto Rican fare (though its signature sandwich is a real-deal hot-pressed Cubano, the sliced pork home-roasted, the sour pickle chips and mustard perking it up).

It is something of a rose in Spanish Harlem, so to speak: Its vista is of a grassed-over vacant lot, fringed lightly with litter, and a tall-steepled church, now shuttered. Behind a stockade fence, backyards host the occasional rooster or goat, and unaccountably, tarp-wrapped boats, three of them, in various states of earthbound decay.

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On a rainy afternoon, a humid closeness can descend on El Cafeito's interior, the kitchen's ventilation system not quite keeping up. But it is tidy, homey, and relaxed here, Temple students laptopping, local social workers waiting on take-out, Kelsey Harro, who does art projects with youngsters at the nearby Norris Square Neighborhood Project, putting in part-time hours in the tight kitchen: "They hired me because I'm small," she says.

Speaking of the kitchen. When Olga and her husband Osvaldo DeJesus, a federal law officer, opened in May, it was a glorified coffee bar: The espresso (which is bright and good) was imported from Hacienda San Pedro, a farm they visited near Jayuya in the mountains of Puerto Rico where Osvaldo was raised.

But the sandwiches were griddled on a single hot plate, pretty much limiting the menu, and hamstringing the service if more than a handful customers happened by.

The good news: Olga, a longtime TV camerawoman, had managed to create a safe and upbeat, determinedly Puerto Rican-accented cafe in the brick confines of a downbeat onetime pool hall, adding a grace note to the faded Kensington neighborhood where she'd grown up (at Howard and Dauphin). The less-good news: She didn't have a clue when it came to cranking out the food.

Enter Lisa Padilla (nee Lombo), a former head sous chef from Jones, the Starr organization's comfort-food eatery at Seventh and Chestnut. Her mother, coincidentally, lived up the street from El Cafeito. She dropped in, loved it, saw the chaos in the kitchen, ended up helping out, then taking charge: Last fall, she became a coproprietor.

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