Long before Colonel Sanders replaced bread with fried chicken, a man who had no bread but a whole lot of bad judgment did the same thing with deep-fried plantains. He sandwiched them around steak, American cheese, and an obscene amount of mayonnaise, and the jibarito was born. Some say this happened in Puerto Rico, some say at Borinquen Restaurant in Chicago. Wherever its origin, let’s just agree the inventor should be worshipped as a God.
I ordered one with roast pork. Girlfriend Nora went with the vegetarian. Here’s how that went:
Nora: “I’ll have the vegetarian jibarito.”
Waiter: “One steak jibarito, coming up.”
Nora: “No, vegetarian.”
Waiter: “What?”
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