"Walking into Casa Adela is either a reminder of a sunny island, or an homage to the lands that no longer are home, as if the owners have brought their lost land here to the East Village. The whole place is indeed reminiscent of a local kitchen of San Juan or its suburban beaches, as relatives, friends, and employees come in and out early in the day to say hi or clock in. The elderly owner, the namesake in fact, sits in front of a mixing bowl at the back table, the first person greeted by anyone paying their respects."
