As if the neighborhood didn’t already have a plethora* of bank branches, the streets are now lined with third party cash machines. Wherever you go, there’s an enticing sign asking facetiously whether you need money. And you know you do. It’s unavoidable; another sad truth. That’s why new neon-blinking cash boxes keep arriving, multiplying like pods from an alien mothership. Indeed, Ludlow between Houston and Grand single-handedly boasts a dozen or so, most with the requisite signage. Such placement couldn’t have been more timely, what with the whole economic meltdown.
The sudden ATM proliferation makes sense, though, considering the area is still the nightlife capital of Manhattan. What I don’t understand is the recent placement of one particular ATM at the southeast corner of Orchard and Delancey. There just isn’t enough after-hours action on this sleepy stretch of pavement to justify the cost.
*I am indebted to El Guapo for his use of the word in The Three Amigos.