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Perched at the edge of a highway overpass this puertorriqueño hangout has attracted a mixed-age crowd of loyal Brooklynites for years with live music and cheap beer. In a mirrored backroom with fake stone walls, a low stage hosts jazz, Latin and salsa groups on Saturdays. The space is modestly appointed, a little rough around the edges but with plenty of charm. Painted brick frames the narrow main room, which is broken up by a white overhang of shining colored spotlights focusing on the bar below. Although the Puerto Rican fare (still advertised on the sign above the entryway) was once a popular draw, the kitchen has been shuttered indefinitely, except for steaming platters of pork and rice made for the bar’s employees. If you gaze longingly enough, you might get your own plate. — Michael Silverberg