Every day. Holidays included.
Since the 90s, as El Toro.
Lights down, music up. First pour goes out. The neighborhood walks in straight from work. No reservations, no list — just walk up.
Mic on. Sing in Spanish, in English, in whatever you brought. No judges, no scoreboard. The room sings back.
Tables push back. Salsa, bachata, reggaetón, the late-night classics. Midnight is when the floor finally fills.
Bar food, on cue. The kind you actually want at 2AM — fried, salty, sized for one hand while the other holds your drink.
The bell. One last pour before the lights come up. Every day of the week, holidays included — we don't take a night off.
The menu is short on purpose. Cold beer, real cocktails, honest pours. Food is here so you can stay longer — not the other way around.
Before it was Black Horses, this corner of New Utrecht was El Toro — a bullfighter's red room that ran through three decades of Bensonhurst nights. The owners stayed. The regulars stayed. The bar stayed open.
The name changed in the 2020s. The horses replaced the bull. Same block, same crew, same late hours. What you walk into is the next chapter, not a new story.
