Mott Haven grooved last night with the Bronx’s Salsa Fest, heating NYC’s spring with Latin flair. Band Tariq Evans struck congas as 200 danced at a lot off 138th, a free rhythm bash. It’s borough beats—$5 tacos sold fast, pure BX vibe. A kid spun a step; a pro swayed wild. ‘Bronx salsas—this is it,’ Evans says, drumming hard. The asphalt turned dance floor.
The fest’s new—March 23’s kickoff, it doubled since RSVPs, packing curbs by 6 p.m. Evans, a Soundview percussionist; last night’s crowd hit max—timbales rang. A latecomer nabbed a spot; salsa flew—NYC grit glowed. Vendors slung empanadas—spice ruled. #BronxSalsaFest trended; Queens wants a beat.
Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a resident, earplugs out. Heat rose—sweat poured; rhythm held. A speaker popped—fixed quick; dance rolled. Manhattan wants in, but Mott Haven owns it—steps rule. The lot’s never moved so smooth.
Evans hints at a monthly run, maybe a street if summer bites. ‘NYC’s pulse—this drives it,’ he says, packing drums. The fest’s a Bronx win—grit meets groove. It’s a salsa surge; catch the next. Bring shoes—feet fly.