Thursday, June 30, 2011


Images taken as I walked along a few blocks of Atlantic Avenue this afternoon: 

Is this store name a bit ironic or am I simply too jaded?  Its young customers shouldn't have too many money woes, I sense.

Here's a welcome sight.  Go in the afternoon, & you might be the only customer.  This is a gem of a bar, and it's been on Atlantic for over seventy years.  Like all the businesses down by the water that are open at night, Montero's has been hit hard by Bloomberg's decision to move the 4th July fireworks over to the West Side.  Nice job, Mr. B.

Here's Montero's resident canine.  Very protective of his owner.

At the bottom of Atlantic, this guy was never lucky enough to have a nest-egg, or if he did, it was dipped into long, long ago.

(If you want to read more about Montero's, check out this 2006 NYT article on the history of a long -standing family feud.  The bar is now run by the friendly Joseph "Pepe" Montero, son of the original owner, and his wife Linda.)


Marty Wombacher said...

Great photos, I'd love to have a few beers at Montero's sometime. Thanks for the link to the story at the NYT, I'll read it later.

Laura Goggin Photography said...

Montero's is one of my favorite places and I really hope it's not endangered. I was the only person in there once, and still managed to get into an argument, lol.