Descanse en Paz, El Recreo

El Recreo closed.

El Recreo opened in 1921. This year we should be celebrating its centennial. But El Recreo is closed.

El Recreo was one of the oldest bars in Juarez. Maybe the oldest, but, if I had to guess, I’d say the oldest bar in Juarez is the Buen Tiempo, fifty feet from Plaza de Armas, the main plaza downtown, in front of the mission that dates to 1659. Hard to believe that people were going to church for 360 years without a place to drink afterwards.

Records are fuzzy. The Kentucky Club claims to be the oldest bar in Juarez, but the original location of the Kentucky Club was on dieciseis, just west of Lerdo, on what used to be the trolley route, so any claim to longevity that the K Club makes should include an asterisk.

El Recreo was anonymous. El Recreo didn’t have a sign, except for the Ladies Bar neon that might or might not be lit at night. In the old days, drawn by the Ladies Bar sign, I was in the Recreo three times before I knew the name of the bar. Of course I’d heard of it. El Recreo had a legendary, mythical, status, a bar the cool kids hung out at, the creatives, the bohemians, an underground subculture that wore their individuality like a badge.

And some suits. There’s always some suits.

El Recreo was a speakeasy before speakeasies were fashionable again, before speakeasy reentered the popular lexicon. El Recreo wasn’t pretending to be a speakeasy. It was the real deal, an unpretentious bar in an unmarked location, no signage, no advertising, no drink specials, no happy hour, no pandering. El Recreo was simple. El Recreo was honest.

When I was giving tours of downtown Juarez, El Recreo was one of my favorite stops. I’d stop on the corner of Madero and dieciseis, and point across the street to the Cine Victoria, and then turn around and ask the clients, What do you suppose lies behind this door?

And I’d open the anonymous door to reveal a jewel, bartenders in jackets or vests and bow ties, Don Antonio at his regular place in the middle of the bar, drinking coffee, and playing dominoes, or shooting poker dice for drinks, double or nothing, because he didn’t drink himself.

The jukebox played CDs, oldies, Jose Alfredo and Los Bukis and Chente, Frank Sinatra, the obligatory Creedence and the Doors, Rocio, and Mexican artists too obscure for my cracker upbringing to now recall.

We used to say Los que saben, saben, y los que no saben, no valen.

El Recreo was proud. Working at El Recreo was prestigious. Drinking at El Recreo was an honor. Don Antonio was respected as the proprietor of a legendary institution.

I took my wife there before she was going to be my wife.

After we got married, I almost never went to El Recreo at night. One Friday, after a tour, I stayed in Juarez. My wife and kids were out of town, and it’s hard to go home to an empty house. I walked over to El Recreo. The place was packed. I wedged myself between a table and the back door, and tried to make myself small. I was alone, without clients to entertain, and the bartenders were too busy to talk.

In March of 2020, Don Antonio died. I read it in

El Recreo had two doors that stayed closed, and no windows that opened. Climate Controlled used to be a recommendation. Now, with an airborne plague afflicting humankind, sealed spaces present their own risks. I don’t know how Don Antonio died, but spending thirteen hours a day in an enclosed space with a rotating cast of characters won’t improve one’s chances.

I wonder about the bartenders. Javier, and the two and a half Chuys. When they die, they won’t get a mention in the media.

I wonder about all the bartenders in all the cantinas in Juarez, those uncelebrated “essential” workers who don’t get parades, or the gratitude of a nation. They’re all friendly, mostly, and I like to think that our relationships aren’t strictly commercial, I’d like to think that we’re friends, but if they passed, I might not hear about it, like I don’t know the fates of all the old customers in the bar I used to own.

The cantinas were closed for a while in Juarez, out of fear of the plague. They’re open again. For the bartenders in the dive bars I used to frequent in downtown, I’m sure the oscillation was between lean times and leaner times.

Maybe the truth is that all relationships are fleeting, and no one will miss you when you’re gone.

But I’ll miss El Recreo.


  1. What a great article. Juarez has so many interesting spots and so many fantastic people. Thanks, Rich, for educating us about El Recreo.

    1. Thanks Rich for keeping Juarez’s history alive and reminding us that change is constant. I used to attend school two blocks from El Recreo. I grew up watching people going in and out of that bar or catching a movie across the street. Now both places are gone.

  2. This is indeed a nice piece, Rich. As I get older, it is harder and harder to read about these passings. So few people today have a clue about how special Cd. Juarez used to be. They have never heard of places like the K-4 (Kilometro Cuatro), or Las Fogatas, or a neat place on one of the side streets, El Abajeño (Tacos al Pastor before they were cool). Fred’s (Rainbow?) sandwiches, La Fiesta (Night Club), La Caverna (basement joint on Avenida Juarez), El Madrigal, and that Spanish themed restauarant bar downtown, right near the Mariscal, whos name I always forget; where they poured wine on you head and face, from the squeeze bag, and it always ended up in your mouth. Ah, hell. I’m too damn old, I guess.

  3. I miss Chihuahua Charlies and City Market. No where to buy that nickel silver smiling skull ring now. The Avenida, since its redo, is like a furnace what with all the white stucco. I was married while the Mariscal was still there, so never sampled the goods.

  4. Thanks for the article Rich, you are writing the history of those silence bar, who had a lot of people going on Fridays. Downtown is an empty space, no investors, everything goes to the maquila.

  5. John G. Dungan…it was the “Alcazar,” across the street was Tommy’s Rendevouz (I think).

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