First time I had Vacas Fritas was in a little café on Calle Ocho. My father took me to lunch and said we're going to see how hungry you are son. He ordered Vacas Fritas with Fritas Papas. He spoke Spanish fluently but I had no clue what he was ordering. The waitress brought out this plate the size of a trailer tire and the Fritas Papas were heaped on the plate 6 inches deep at the center.
My father got this **** eatin' grin and said hope you're hungry! I reached for the ketchup and the waitress said in her Cuban/Spanish voice no, no, no, no ketchup! She was right. Took me a while to get to the Vacas Fritas that was underneath all the Fritas Papas, but it was well worth the wait.