This cowboy was spotted talking up some ladies in East New York last week. He was doing his rounds not far from Cedar Lane Stables, home of the Federation of Black Cowboys on Linden Blvd. Should have asked him for his cowboy moniker. Surely, a legend.
It's ugly. Just over the Pulaski bridge it sits. Lime green and army green camo, topped with some cheap motor home tin paneling, and seated on a bed of faux stone wall. Walking home to this condo everyday would be like continually reliving an afternoon spent puking "Natty Ice" on the side of your friend's dad's trailer at the trailer park behind McDonald's.
My pops frequented this dive during his lunch break, as its located right down the street from the refinery he worked at. He told me that in the 80's, you could get a sandwich and unlimited beer for $3. One guy was known for drinking four pints of Bud every day before going back to work.