Frita for those of you that don't know means fried. Fried pig skin and a Kist soda. For a dollar or two you can get a brown bag full of the tasty morsels.
When I have some free time I head on over to Chorillo. It's a tough neighborhood with a big heart. The locals are warm and inviting. Outsiders don't normally walk around the streets and chat. So many facades of Chorillo are painted with a fantastic palette of colors, green, purple, yellow, red. The paint is peeling and cracked but has a weathered look many would pay dearly for. Stay tuned.