If you haven't been to this El Paso landmark, please consider it. If you have, then you know. The Tap is a bar downtown on San Antonio Avenue with the kind of character that makes tourists love our town and local ex-pats miss it. It is a place for everyone. It is a force.
In Tap humor, I ordered the carne seca preparada, which consists of thinly sliced beef jerky in a clamato concoction. I will let you know that if you didn't grow up with this stuff, and even if you did, you might cringe a little and well, you might not like it. I found it heavenly. I enjoy beef jerky, and in Juarez I used to eat it soaked in lime juice with a few squirts of chile sauce.
Even so, I had never had something quite like this.
My friend Mike and I fought it, ate it, gave it a rest, and then slurped the juice through the straw. What a simple yet strange thing. This is what Mike said when he e-mailed me the photos from our Tap visit:

You could say it was Nigerian Goat's Blood soup (served raw) and no one would know the difference. It looks evil, like something ladled from a bubbling cauldron by a witch like one of the three that told Macbeth he was gonna be the new boss man, chanting incantations and voice trailing off in madness. Tell me you can't visualize that transpiring in the tiny Tap kitchen. The red lighting at the Tap only adds to the malevolent look of the photos.
The best part though is that I could have sworn the concoction tasted like chamoy. You know, that savory sauce made of pickled fruit? Well, not so much. When I asked the server she said: Chamoy? No, no, es que el jugo de tomate es de manguera.
Of course, how could I think anything else. The tomato juice is from the hose. The bar hose. That's why it's so good. What???
Hillarious, tasty, and unforgettable is The Tap. From the hose to the straw.

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