>> baron ambrosia: it's always morcilla. >> anthony: and then what else do we need? some, uh, plátano? >> baron ambrosia: yeah. >> anthony: puerto rico, i missed you. >> baron ambrosia: the bronx, to me, became a place where i could really engage my bacchanalian sensibility. >> anthony: right. >> baron ambrosia: you know, you could really just come here, eat, drink wine, women, song, and just indulge. >> anthony: this is pretty much the center of the pork universe as i've ever seen it in new york. i don't know any place porkier than what i'm looking at. this is exactly the kind of thing i thought we'd lost in new york, that one after the other faded away in the neighborhoods i lived in. and all along, all along it was there, right underfoot -- a gusher of porky goodness. >> baron ambrosia: i mean, there's a thing -- there's a great line, which is, uh, they say in france, switzerland, "c'est le bronx." which is, you know, "what do you think, this is the bronx?" and, you know, this idea of just, you know, "music's really loud" or "someone's making a mess." to me, i take that as a point of pride. to be the bronx -- the bronx is where the music is loud. i mean, it's, the bronx is where the men are tough, the women are