After passing a sign banning caps and do-rags, you’ll walk into this narrow spit of a bar and what is quite possibly the Bronx's smallest dance floor. It’s more of chess board dropped by the beer cooler, but as the plastered walls of photos from birthday parties reiterates, the local Latino crowd finds a way to use it to bust a move. (Just one move, as per space requirements.) From Thursday to Saturday, a dense mass pushing 30 parties to a D.J. mixing house, salsa, and reggaeton. Dudes sip Hennessy and Grey Goose; ladies drink B-52s and appletinis. Things quiet down on week nights, where you might spend an entire evening alone with the bartender, checking out the TV, silently appreciating the awesomeness of Charles Bronson in Death Wish 5: The Face of Death.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.