Whether it’s succulent grilled chicken or rotisserie pork belly cooked slow and low over coals, the folks behind L.A.’s breakout takeout hit Lasita show you how it’s done.

Lasita Aerial View of Table
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It’s three days before the one-year anniversary of the California stay-at-home order, and Nico de Leon and Chase Valencia are, for the first time in a very long time, starting, just maybe, to relax. It’s a breezy afternoon, rain clouds blowing by, palm fronds whispering overhead. “It’s almost tropical,” someone says. “This totally could be Manila,” says Nico as he fans oak logs smoldering under a glistening pork belly rotating on a rotisserie, the fat rendering from its crackling skin. It’s not the usual whole roasted pig lechon you see at Filipino parties and backyard barbecues throughout the West, but a pork belly slab stuffed with stalks of lemongrass and ginger and other aromatics, guaranteeing the perfect ratio of crispy skin, unctuous fat, meat, and flavor in every bite. 

BBQ Pork Belly on Spit

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Mesquite charcoal sparks under annatto-hued chicken on the grill. Ice settles in a big galvanized tub in which bottles of natural wine, canned cocktails, and the Filipino standard-issue beer San Miguel chill down. It’s the first party Nico and Chase have thrown in a year and boy do they deserve it. 

Chase and Nico are the proprietors of Lasita in downtown L.A. The restaurant is the evolution of four-year-old Lasa, which sadly closed due to the pandemic last year. Instead of sit-down dining, the smaller, outdoor-only Lasita has a take-out window; instead of an evolving menu of Filipino classics and innovations, it’s a tightly edited menu of Filipino basics spun just so. “It’s a Filipino rotisserie and natural wine bar in Chinatown,” says Chase. “You can’t get any more L.A. than that.” 

Yes, there’s garlic rice, a gauntlet thrown down in front of fast-food chain Jollibee, but also chicken fat rice, flavored with lemongrass and garlic and stained turmeric yellow. Roast chicken sold in wholes and halves. Quick-pickled vegetables to reset the palate. Smashed cucumber salad draped with coconut green goddess dressing. There’s also raw wine sold by the bottle, and it turns out the low-intervention, funky, tangy, and sometimes fizzy wines go exceptionally well with the rich and bright spectrum of flavors on the menu. 

Drink Bucket

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And in the backyard today that stellar food and the wine is the star. Instead of pushing it through the take-out window, they’re settling into Monday night (the standard chef’s day off) and have gathered their friends and staff for a cookout to celebrate what’s so far been a successful restaurant opening. The staff have gotten the vaccine and are onto their second shots. You could say they’ve also got a second shot at restaurant success, thanks in large part to the lechon, and mostly to the spectacular chicken. 

Group Dining Outside

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To put this dish in context, it must be pointed out that roast chicken, rotisserie and otherwise, is a capital-T Thing in L.A.: There’s the Japanese-Peruvian Pollo alla Brasa, roasted over cords of wood and beloved by Nancy Silverton and residents of K Town, served with a zippy green sauce of serranos cut with lettuce, the better to stretch the sauce and barely tame the heat; the za’atar-spiked bird at Kismet; and Zankou’s version served with whipped garlic sauce that adds heat and lusciousness and garlicky bite. One and all they’re beloved for their succulent meat, skin charred just so, and complex flavors that inspire bite after bite. The chicken inasal at Lasita is all of those things and more: lemongrass-imbued, annatto-stained, caramelized, and altogether glorious. 

Nico de Leon Basting

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So today, Nico brushes the chicken as it sits just to the left of the coals, the heat of the mesquite setting the glaze. The chicken has been marinated in brine spiked with the calamansi juice, ginger, lemongrass, garlic, and bay leaves before being spatchcocked and splayed flat to better take the heat. Chase’s wife Steff cues up the soundtrack of reggaeton and hip-hop. “This is my day-drinking playlist,” she says. Chase uncorks another bottle of funky fizzy natural wine. Guests huddle under the tree as a sun shower blows through, giving way to blue sky. They settle at the table, hoist their fizzy wines to the sky, and toast to Lasita. 

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