I know downtown Juarez like a sailor knows the sea.
This isn’t some rowdy, drunken, staggering frat fest. At least, not at first.
Mostly for marketing purposes, I like to call Juarez “Paris on the Rio Grande.”
We’ll go to five or six iconic Juarez legacy bars, including the two oldest bars in the city and a live musica ranchera dancehall. I’ll get you there, and explain it as far as I understand it, as well as offering some mostly true (as far as you know) personal anecdotes. And, I’ll watch your six, and keep you mostly out of trouble, ninety seven times out of a hundred.*
Come on. You’ve wanted to go back to Juarez for a long time.
We can do this.
*Past performance is no guarantee of future results.
I don’t even drink and I’m totally into this.
You don’t need to drink. This is a sociological study of contemporary Juarez society, with optional cocktails.
Is Tangas on the list, or is it not iconic or legacy enough?
I don’t know Tanga’s, Stone, but it looks filthy. We might go by there.